Gone, gone the girl in brocade,
Gone the words we might have said.
Howl winds because she is dead,
and gone, gone, gone.
Were teary, teary eyes once bright,
weary sighs the tune.
Dreary, dreary for all the night,
and eerie light of the moon.
Gone, gone my Beatrice.
Gone the lips I longed to kiss,
into a black and bleak abyss,
Gone, gone, gone.
Were teary, teary eyes once bright,
weary sighs the tune.
Dreary, dreary for all the night,
and eerie light of the moon.
Were teary, teary eyes once bright,
weary sighs the tune.
Dreary, dreary for all the night,
and eerie light of the moon...
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