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As I draw up my breathAnd silver fills my eyesI kiss her stillFor she will never riseOn my weak bodyLays her dying handThrough those meadows of HeavenWhere we ranLike a thief in the nightThe wind blows so lightIt wars with my tearsThey won't dry for many yearsLoves golden arrowAt her should have fledAnd not Death ebon dartTo strike her dead
As I draw up my breathAnd silver fills my eyesI kiss her stillFor she will never riseOn my weak bodyLays her dying handThrough those meadows of HeavenWhere we ranLike a thief in the nightThe wind blows so lightIt wars with my tearsThey won't dry for many yearsLoves golden arrowAt her should have fledAnd not Death ebon dartTo strike her dead