My World had died - a buried friend,
She now with earthworms lies,
Because of my beleaugered fate,
Which toppled lovelorn skies.
And now her song is over,
And now her colour dead,
Her Beauty rare as clover,
With six leafs, coloured red.
And do I cry, this fate to know,
Upon the head of my World,
It is as if a tragedy, to ****,
Affection in my heart that swirled.
And when her pleasures, over, done
Did I despair to see,
The creatures of her fancy,
Gone, no more revelry.
To friends of World - I'm friends of you,
All stir the sorry heart,
We'll sing the dirge for World aloud,
When for heartbreak she has passed.