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I am stretched on your grave |
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And will lie there forever |
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With your hands held in mine |
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I'd be sure, we'd not sever |
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My apple tree, my brightness |
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'Tis time we were together |
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For I smell of the earth |
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And am stained by the weather |
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When my family thinks |
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That I'm safe in my bed |
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From night until morning |
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I am stretched at your head |
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Calling out to the air |
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With tears both hot and wild |
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Oh, I grieve for the girl |
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That I loved as a child |
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The priests and the friars |
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Behold me in dread |
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Because I still love you |
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My love and you're dead |
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I would still be your shelter |
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From rain and from storm |
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And with you in your cold grave |
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I cannot sleep warm |
