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 February 2023 Newsletter

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A Red, Red Rose

by

Robert Burns  (1759-1796)

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

 

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

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 "Love is the beauty of the soul."                       ~ Saint Augustine

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"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart."

Victor Hugo

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