For whom I daily cry
An angel was she,
In tomb she does lie
Went away leaving me.
His hand death did offer
And he does not regret,
Took life away from her
Whom I can not forget.
The full moon admitted defeat
For her dazzling young look,
Radiant from head to feat
This world she forsook.
In my mind does ring
Her thoughts which are hoary,
Sadness,griefs,sorrows they bring
My very life's story.
Her death she did meet
Which I could not fortell,
My heart used to beat
For that dazzling damsel.
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