Лезли Крэбтри (Leslie Crabtree)
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Come Away, Death
     
(Feste's song from "Twelfth Night")
     
    William Shakespeare
     
  Come away, come away, death,  
  And in sad cypress let me be laid;  
  Fly away, fly away breath;  
  I am slain by a fair cruel maid.  
  My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
  O, prepare it!  
  My part of death, no one so true  
  Did share it.  
  Not a flower, not a flower sweet  
  On my black coffin let there be strown;
  Not a friend, not a friend greet  
  My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
  A thousand thousand sighs to save,  
  Lay me, O, where  
  Sad true lover never find my grave,  
  To weep there!  
     

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