• Adam Mickiewicz In spring's own country, where the gardens blow, You faded, tender rose! For hours now past, Like butterflies departing, on you're cast The worms of memories to work you woe.
    Source: Crimean Sonnets The Grave of the Countess Potocki
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Adam Mickiewicz - In spring's own country, where the gardens blow, 
 You faded, tender rose! For hours now past, 
 Like butterflies departing, on you're cast 
 The worms of memories to work you woe.
In spring's own country, where the gardens blow, You faded, tender rose! For hours now past, Like butterflies departing, on you're cast The worms of memories to work you woe. by : Adam Mickiewicz
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road-with-clouds In spring's own country, where the gardens blow, You faded, tender rose! For hours now past, Like butterflies departing, on you're cast The worms of memories to work you woe.
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