The Unquiet Grave - Abel Korzeniowski (阿贝尔·科热尼奥夫斯基)
Written by：Abel Korzeniowski
My breast is cold as clay
My breath is earthy strong
And if you kiss my cold clay lips
Your days they won't be long
How oft on yonder grave sweetheart
Where we were won't to walk
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk
When will we meet again sweetheart
When will we meet again
When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again
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