Do you still sleep in this valley, at rest under thriving grass?
Where have those rosy cheeks gone, do your bleached bones remember?
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Green grass covers the valley.
Do you sleep? Are you at rest?
O where is that lovely face?
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Do You Still Sleep In This Valley, At Rest Under Thriving Grass?
Do you still sleep in this valley, at rest under thriving grass?
Where have those rosy cheeks gone, do your bleached bones remember?
I brought good wine for us to share—here, I’ll pour it on the grass.