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daughter, thou art come to die
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
roses and gold
when i was a boy at college
there is no flock, however watched and tended
they ask me where i've been
last midnight
all those treasures that lie
what shall we do now
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
be not false

 



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