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By Wilhelm Shakespuke (1564-1974) Submitted by Ophelia Date: 2002 Mar 12 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.12.18.41.19184]] |
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He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. White his shroud as the mountain snow, Larded with sweet flowers, Which bewept to the grave did go With true-love showers. |