Tack up the waiting horses in the palace yard
Lay gently down the coffin to its place
Prepare the precious burden for the waiting crowd
Begin the journey to its final resting place
Ask not why we weep so long
Ask not why we mourn so deep
Ask not why we need to be so strong
Ask only that she has eternal sleep
Toll the bell and mourn her death
Beat the breast and choke back tears
Pray that love will give her perfect rest
Pray that we shall overcome the empty years.
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