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Thomas Chatterton on Grief

1752–1770 England

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O! sing unto my roundelay,
O! drop thy briny tear with me.
Dance no more at holiday,
Like a running river be;
My love is dead,
Gone to his death bed
All under the willow tree.

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Chatterton (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.