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180 "O Willow gray, I may not stay
 * Till Spring renew thy leaf,

But I will hide myself away,
 * And nurse a hopeless grief.

It shall not dim life's joy for him,
 * My tears he shall not see;

While he is by, I'll come not nigh
 * My weeping Willow tree.

"But when I die, O let me lie
 * Beneath thy loving shade,

That he may loiter careless by
 * Where I am lowly laid.

And let the white white marble tell,
 * If he should stoop to see,

'Here lies a maid that loved thee well,
 * Beneath the Willow tree.'"