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Dirge

COME away, come away, death,
    And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
    I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
                        O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
                        Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
    On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
    My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
                        Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave
                        To weep there!

 
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