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I lying in the tomb, love, Lying in the tomb, Tho' I move within the gloom, love, Breathe within the gloom! Men deem life not fled, dear, Deem my life not fled, Tho' I with thee am dead, dear, I with thee am dead, O my little child!

What is the grey world, darling, What is the grey world, Where the worm is curled, darling, The deathworm is curled? They tell me of the spring, dear! Do I want the spring? Will she waft upon her wing, dear,