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Boys and girls that held her dear,
Do your weeping now;
All you loved of her lies here.
Brought to earth the arrogant brow, / And the withering tongue / Chastened; do your weeping now.
Sing whatever songs are sung, / Wind whatever wreath, / For a playmate perished young,
For a spirit spent in death. / Boys and girls that held her dear, / All you loved of her lies here.