Thy hand, Belinda - darkness shades me.
On thy bosom, let me rest.
More I would, but death invades me -
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth
May my wrongs create no trouble in thy breast.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
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