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Oh, in this day, thus made to die,
Thou hast of life, and best of nightly days,
Blest into a wood of dust,
Myself into ribbons for me,
Thou hast of life.
Blest into a wood of dust,

Thou hast of life.
Oh, in this day, thus made to die,
Thou hast of life.
Blest into a wood of dust,





Little flowers in the day,
And bloodless ones for me,
Thou hast of life.
Thou hast of life.
Oh, in this day, thus made to die,
Thou hast of life.
Blest into a wood of dust,
Myself into ribbons for me,