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i have heard that a certain princess
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
since i have felt the sense of death
within my hand i hold
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
had he and i but met
have you seen walking through the village
thoughts through my head
in mournful numbers
now that i have cooled to you
therefore i may not
wrap the earth in cloudy weather

 



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