Caroling Dusk/When I Am Dead
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WHEN I AM DEAD
When I am dead, withhold, I pray, your blooming legacy;Beneath the willows did I bide, and they should cover me;I longed for light and fragrance, and I sought them far and near,O, it would grieve me utterly, to find them on my bier!