Nhạc sĩ: Henry Purcell
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If grief has any power to kill, I have received my due.
The tyrant has declared his will, my time's not long to come.
So close he has besieged my heart, no moment sees I fight.
In fact, I strike with the dart that cuts my tortured mind.
So close it is, I strike with the dart that cuts my tortured mind.
So close it is, I strike with the dart that cuts my tortured mind.
Nor do I beg for a reprieve
I'm not so fond to live
Nor will I any longer grieve
Will you one smile but give your mercy
That should to my heart
An easy death convey
I'd then defy the power
Of smart and mad
And just so wait