Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me,
On thy bosom let me rest,
More I would, but Death invades me;
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid, am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in, in thy breast. (x2)
Remember me, remember me, but ah!
Forget my fate. (x4)
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