come away, come away, death,
and in sad cypres let me be laid;
fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
stuck all with yew / no one so true
ah – ah – ah – ah
the daylight / your fair shade / an overcoat of shame
in dead night / so darkly bright / O come away, I‘m slain
ah – ah – ah – ah
all days are darkened nights,
to see till I see thee,
and nights are all bright days,
when dreams do show thee me.
the daylight / your fair shade / an overcoat of shame
in dead night / so darkly bright / O come away, I‘m slain

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