Per ricordarlo, ma in realtà non si dimentica…

Come away, come away, death
And in sad cypress let me be laid
Fly away, fly away, breath
I’m slain by a fair cruel maid

My shroud of white stuck all with yew
O, prepare it
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it

Not a flower, not a flower, sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown

A thousand thousand sighs to save
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave
To weep there

To weep
To weep there

Da: “Twelfth Night, or What You Will” (La dodicesima notte, o Quel che volete) di William Shakespeare / (musica di Shaun Davey)