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She died. And he fell into slumber

Or the vast realms of revery -

Where the great springs they had together

Would last for all eternity.

She died. It was in cold December

With frozen flowers on her hair -

They say she couldn't stand the winter

That's when she drowned within despair.

Take my hand - for the night is dark

and rain falls down from frozen skies.

Keep me warm - for the storms are cold

That cast right down from frozen skies.

From frozen skies.

And now the waters of the river

They flow not onward to the sea -

Still they sigh one unto the other

In a strange tongue of misery.

And now they sit, locked in each other's

Embrace aside the river's bed -

And when he looks into the waters

He sometimes wishes he were dead.