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'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh.
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.
Poem by Thomas Moore, 1779 –1852.
Artwork by Ken Pettit 2023 and DDG (base image was generated in DDG then Photoshopped a bit).