Hai, dress me sweetly
I fear the cherries will bloom
Hai, death does greet me
My cursed birth gave me doom
Myself as I be
Shining prince, as yet foretold
Naught as I should be
Play the playboy wrapped in gold
Iie, dress me sweetly
Do not flee my bed and leave
Treason unseats me
Cold tears on my drooping sleeve
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