| The wind doth howl today m’love
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| And a winter’s worth of rain
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| I never had but one true love
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| In cold grave she was lain
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| Oh I adored my sweetest love
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| As any young man may
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| So I’ll sit and weep upon her grave
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| For twelve-month and a day
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| One true love is eternity for two
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| Three four nevermore
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| Will I see my love true
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| The twelve-month and a day foregone
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| The dead began to speak
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| «Oh who sits weeping on my grave
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| And will not let me sleep?»
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| «'Tis I, m’love, upon thy grave
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| Who will not let you sleep
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| For I crave one kiss of your lips
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| And that is all I seek»
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| «You crave one kiss of my cold lips
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| But I am one year gone
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| If you have one kiss of my lips
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| Your time will not be long
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| Let me remind thee, dearest one
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| A patient heart to keep
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| For we professed eternal love
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| That lives though I may sleep»
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| There down in yonder garden grove
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| Love, where we once did walk
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| The finest flower that ever was seen
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| Has withered to a stalk
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| The stalk is withered dry, my love
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| Though our hearts shan’t decay
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| So make yourself content, my love
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| Till god calls you away" |