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Children
The weight of grief I have to bear has crushed me utterly.

Chorus
[1160] Come, let me clasp the dear ashes to my bosom.

Children
I weep to hear that most hateful word; it stabs me to the heart.

Chorus
My child, you are gone; no more shall I behold you, your own fond mother's treasure.

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