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poldowski - song lyrics

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my silks and fine array
my smiles and languish’d air
by love are driv’n away;
and mournful lean despair
brings me yew to deck my grave:
such end true lovers have

his face is fair as heav’n
when springing buds unfold;
o why to him was’t giv’n
whose heart is wintry cold?
his breast is love’s all worship’d tomb
where all love’s pilgrims come

bring me an axe and spade
bring me a winding sheet;
when i my grave have made
let winds and tempests beat:
then down i’ll lie, as cold as clay
true love doth pass away!

- poldowski

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