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 We'll meet again, while night wind calls. With honors he'll be laid to rest."

"His tent is ready for the guest, And when tomorrow's midnight falls, We'll meet again, while night wind calls. With honors he'll be laid to rest."

"Over the fields let my voice be heard, At midnight he will be interred! Let each one say what he will bring!"

"The dead man's coffin I will be."

"And we tomorrow's dirge shall sing."

"Sad music, is a part of me."

"I shall provide the pall of white."

"We'll bring the mourning veils in sight."

"And I'll procure the robes of fear."

"Give us the veils and the robes of night."

"And I will lend each sparkling tear."