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[ti:Love and Friendship By Emily Bronte] |
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[ar:Maureen Lipman] |
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Love is like the wild rose-briar, |
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Friendship like the holly-tree |
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The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms |
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But which will bloom most constantly? |
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The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring, |
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Its summer blossoms scent the air; |
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Yet wait till winter comes again |
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And who will call the wild-briar fair? |
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Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now |
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And deck thee with the holly's sheen, |
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That when December blights thy brow |
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He may still leave thy garland green. |
