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|My Lady has the Grace of Death|
My lady has the grace of Death|
Whose charity is quick to save,
Her heart is broad as heaven’s breath,
Deep as the grave.
She found me fainting by the way|
And fed me from her babeless breast
Then played with me as children play,
Rocked me to rest.
When soon I rose and cried to heaven|
Moaning for sins I could not weep,
She told me of her sorrows seven
Kissed me to sleep.
And when the morn rose bright and ruddy|
And sweet birds sang on the branch above
She took my sword from her side all bloody
And died for love.
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