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Carol No. 4
I bid adieu to my love,
For whom the moon shines above.
No vigil stands to be kept for her,
Nor is there anyone to inter
Her but the leaves of th' autumnal...
For whom the moon shines above.
No vigil stands to be kept for her,
Nor is there anyone to inter
Her but the leaves of th' autumnal...
