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F. L. Čelakovský (1799–1852)
THE LESSON
A rose will blossom, blossom,
But once in all the year.
Then while our rose still flowers,
Come let us love, my dear.
In autumn love is cheerless,
And leafless is the wood.
The hours that morning squandered
No evening can make good.
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