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NOW that the sunlight dies in my eyes, / And the moonlight grows in my hair, / I who was never very wise, / Never was very fair, / Virgin and martyr all my life, / What has life left to give / Me-who was never mother nor wife, / Never got leave to live?
Nothing of life could I clasp or claim, / Nothing could steal or save.
So when you come to carve my name, / Give me life in my grave.
To keep me warm when I sleep alone / A lie is little to give; / Call me "Magdalen" on my stone, / Though I died and did not live.