As I lay your head to rest,
Beneath the ground so cold,
First remember it upon my chest,
When you were finally mine to hold.
Your life a breath taken pure,
Deep and full of promise.
Fates sorrows your smile di' cure,
A smile I shall more than miss.
A sun that set before the west
A falling slimmer of glorious shine;
Not yet born but just a crest
A star that fell before its time.
Streams of soul flow out my pane
To see you as your doll,
Kiss I upon lips cooler than rain;
Beneath the wind I curse it all.
Thus with this knife I come to you
And with no tear bid the world Adieu.
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