Dress me in my finest gown, when I'm laid to rest
My lips, though formed into a frown, Still make them look their best
Close my eyes in such repose, as I lie there still,
That it seems I simply doze, though wake, I never will
Put some flowers in my hair, and blush upon my cheek
Fold my hands with gentle care, for I am frail and weak
Then close the coffin lid at last, I'm ready to depart
Death only will ignore my past, and heal my broken heart
Lay me thus into the ground, and weep not for me,
For to the grave this life was bound, and I went willingly
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