I have lost something so dear it keeps my heart a stagger Oh woe for me to carry this forlorn burden my trustworthy dagger She is so wonderfully blissfull apart from me I shall not bare it to disturb her The window is a poor man's entertainment The crimson I would spread I dont know for who I should kill My love sound in her bed Me I am already dead
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