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AD lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow
All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust
Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so ...

Strew on her roses, roses,   And never a spray of yew
In quiet she reposes;   Ah, would that I did too
Her mirth the world required;   She bathed it in smiles of glee
But her heart was tired, tired,   And now they let her be