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Love in her cold grave lies, / But that is not my love: / My love hath constant eyes, / My love her life doth prove; / That love, the poorer, dies -- / Ah, that is not my love!
Love in her cold grave lies, / But she will wake again; / With trembling feet will rise, / Will call this love in vain, / That she doth now despise / Ah, love shall wake again!