<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE loved, my love, and now it seems <br>Our love has brought to birth <br>Friendship, the fairest child of dreams, <br>The rarest gift of earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Soon die love's roses fresh and frail, <br>And when their bloom is o'er, <br>Not all our heart-wrung tears avail <br>To give them life once more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But when true love with friendship lives, <br>As now, for thee and me, <br>Love brings the roses--Friendship gives <br>Them immortality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374113" data-title="Song III de Edith Nesbit" data-description="WE loved, my love, and now it seems Our love has brought to birth Friendship, the fairest child of dreams, The rarest gift of earth. Soon die love's roses fresh and frail, And when their bloom is o'er, Not all our heart-wrung tears avail ..."></div> </div> </div>

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