A Song of Sorrow

These days my breaking heart laments,
These nights I weep with moan and sigh;
For they must die who fain would live,
And they must live who fain would die!

O friends unknown, come mourn with me;
For bitterest grief hides in that cry.
Ask not if, dying, I would live;
Ask not if, living, I would die!
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