2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941 / Dublin / Ireland
Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing
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Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
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