Come Away, Death
William Shakespeare
1564 to 1616
Track 1
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Fly away, fly away, breath;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
Did share it.
Sad true lover never find my grave,
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
My part of death, no one so true
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Lay me, O, where
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
Come away, come away, death,
O, prepare it!
To weep there!
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