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It was not in the Winter
...Our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses--
...We pluck'd them as we pass'd! That churlish season never frown'd
...On early lovers yet:
O no--the world was newly crown'd
...With flowers when first we met! 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
...But still you held me fast;
It was the time of roses--
...We pluck'd them as we pass'd! .....Time of Roses by Thomas Hood (1798-1845)
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