1:06:02
In past times you were gay,
1:06:06
No laughter now but woe.
1:06:12
I killed a little dove,
O mother.
1:06:22
I killed a little dove,
1:06:25
Alone, bereft of love,
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And white as is the snow.
1:06:33
lt was no dove you killed,
my daughter,
1:06:37
lt was no dove you killed.
1:06:39
Your face with sorrow filled,
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And troubled is your gaze.
1:06:54
I killed my little child,
O mother.
1:07:00
I killed my little child.
1:07:04
So helpless, meek and mild.
1:07:10
This grief will end my days.
1:07:17
Oh such a deed benighted,
1:07:20
How will you ever right it?
1:07:24
And quell the wrath of God?
1:07:29
I go to find that flower,
1:07:34
I go to find that flower,
To cleanse guiIt is its power,
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And cool the raging blood.
1:07:51
And where might be that flower?
1:07:54
In what grove or what bower?
1:07:57
Where in the world so wide?