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paoladegliesposti

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  1. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
    Dirge


    COME away, come away, death,
        And in sad cypres 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 corse, 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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