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WEEP for me, Weep for me;
I am young to die.
But they say "Who talks of death?
Maiden, weave thy wedding wreath."
Weep for me, Weep for me
With my wedding nigh.
Weep for me, Weep for me -
Jewels on my breast,
Velvet robes all seamed with gold,
An Earl's young son my train to hold.
Weep for me, Weep for me
At the wedding feast.
Weep for me, Weep for me -
All at my command,
Serfs and knights and lands and halls
All his bride's my bridegroom calls.
Weep for me, Weep for me
When he takes my hand.
Weep for me, Weep for me -
Ere the spring goes by
My murdered love will make me his:
He swears it me with each night's kiss.
Weep for me, Weep for me;
I am young to die.
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