No more of me you know, my love
No more of me you know
The sage is buddin' now
But it will bloom in winter snow
Before we meet again
He turned his horse and said,
Adieu, for evermore, my love!
Adieu for evermore!
She stood alone,
And watched him fade away
Like clouds, high up in the sky.
She was strong, and so cold,
As she stood alone.
Goodbye, so long, adieu...
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