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Life has fled; she is dead, Sleeping in the flow'ry vale Where the fleeting shades are shed Ghost-like o'er her features pale. Lay her 'neath the violets wild, Lay her like a dreaming child 'Neath the waving grass Where the shadows pass.
Life has fled; she is dead, Sleeping in the flow'ry vale Where the fleeting shades are shed Ghost-like o'er her features pale. Lay her 'neath the violets wild, Lay her like a dreaming child 'Neath the waving grass Where the shadows pass.