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Şarkı Sözleri Tired with all these, For restful death lcry. Ash to behold, Desert a beggar born, And needy nothing. Trimmed in jollity. Tired with all these, From these would i be gone. Save to the die, İ live my love alone. And purest faith unhappily forsworn. And gilded honor shamefully misplaced. And simple truth miscalled simplicity. Goner-die!!! Goner-die!!!