Epitaph In Old Mode
The leaves fall gently on the grass, And all the willow trees, and poplar trees, and elder trees That bend above her where she sleeps, O all the willow trees, the willow trees Breathe sighs upon her tomb. O pause and pity, as you pass, She loved so tenderly, so quietly, so hopelessly; And sometimes comes one here and weeps: She loved so tenderly, so tenderly, And never told them whom.
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"The leaves fall gently on the grass,..."
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