"Cry not, weep no more."
Said they bidding their daughter adieu.
The sun shone neither dim nor bright,
In the desolate place stood the bride, waiting
Weeping loud as she recalled the last night
Which filled her and everyone with terror;
Cried she, "je ne peux pas vivre sans mon ami."
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Cried she, " je ne peux pas vivre sans mon ami." NOW SAY IT LOUD NOW IN ENGLISH ' THEN READ MY MOM'S SMILES AND CONGRATS FOR TOPPING QUICK REFERENCE