“O, my luve's like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June: O, my luve's like the melodie, that's sweetly play'd in tune.”
Robert Burns, 1794 · Scottish poet, 1759 to 1796
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“O, my luve's like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June: O, my luve's like the melodie, that's sweetly play'd in tune.”