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Gently, gently lay her down, Gently lay her form to sleep; Gently let her soul be blown Far away, while low we weep. Hush! the earth no more can harm her Now that choirs of angels charm her! Dreams of life are brief; Naught amendeth grief.
Gently, gently lay her down, Gently lay her form to sleep; Gently let her soul be blown Far away, while low we weep. Hush! the earth no more can harm her Now that choirs of angels charm her! Dreams of life are brief; Naught amendeth grief.