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The Unquiet Grave
'The wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.
'I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For twelmonth and a day.'
The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak :
'Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep? '
'T is I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep
For I crave one kiss of your claycold lips
And that is all I seek. '
'You crave one kiss of my clay cold lips
But my breath smells earthy strong
If you have one kiss of my clay cold lips
Your time will not be long.'
'T is down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that were was seen
Is withered to a stalk. '
'The stalk is whithered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content, my love,
Till god calls you away. '
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Suggested by @Orangegirl
love is hard to understand&
Dangerous to do .
© beauty 👑
And a few small drops of rain
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.
'I'll do as much for my true love
As any young man may
I'll sit and mourn all at her grave
For twelmonth and a day.'
The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak :
'Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep? '
'T is I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep
For I crave one kiss of your claycold lips
And that is all I seek. '
'You crave one kiss of my clay cold lips
But my breath smells earthy strong
If you have one kiss of my clay cold lips
Your time will not be long.'
'T is down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that were was seen
Is withered to a stalk. '
'The stalk is whithered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay
So make yourself content, my love,
Till god calls you away. '
#Love&love!#trending #Writco
Suggested by @Orangegirl
love is hard to understand&
Dangerous to do .
© beauty 👑
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