September
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I am stretched on your grave And will lie there forever With your hands held in mine I'd be sure we'd not server My apple tree, my brightness 'Tis time we were together For I smell of the earth And I am stained by the weather When my family thinks That I'm safe in my bed From night until morning I am stretched at your head Calling out in the air With tears both hot and wild Oh, I grieve for the girl That I loved as a child The priests and the friars Behold me in dread Because I still love you My love and you're dead I would still be your shelter From the rain and the storm And with you in your cold grave I cannot sleep warm
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