sir thomas Moores Last rose of summer always reminds me of eowyn.
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'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.No flow'r of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes Or give sigh for sigh.
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and then of course Faith hill's Man! I feel like a woman....
