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And then i born to die
To lay this body down

And must lie trembling
Spirit fly into a world unknown
And must lie trembling
Spirit fly into a world unknown

Soon as from Earth i go
What will become of me?

Eternal happyness, or woe?
Must then my poor son be?
Eternal happyness, or woe?
Must then my poor son be?

A land of the best shade
I'm pierced by you, my thought

That dreary of the dead
Where all things are forgot
That dreary of the dead
Where all things are forgot
And then i born to die   To lay this body down      And must lie trembling   Spirit fly into a world unknown   And must lie trembling   Spirit fly into a world unknown      Soon as from Earth i go   What will become of me?      Eternal happyness, or woe?   Must then my poor son be?   Eternal happyness, or woe?   Must then my poor son be?      A land of the best shade   I'm pierced by you, my thought      That dreary of the dead   Where all things are forgot   That dreary of the dead   Where all things are forgot