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Come Away, Death
Come away, come away, death
And in sad cypress let me be laid
Fie away, fie away, breath!
I am slain by a fair cruel maid
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew
Oh, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true did share it
Come away, come away, death
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strewn
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown
A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me, oh, where
Sad true lover never find my grave to weep there
Come away, come away, death