...SeslersusmakİsteR...

Thy hand, belinda; darkness shades me:
On thy bosom let me rest:
More I would, but death invades me:
Death is now a welcome guest.

When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble ,no trouble
in thy breast,

When I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create
No trouble ,no trouble
in thy breast;

Remember me,
remember me,
but aaaaah
forget my fate,
Remember me !
but aaaaah
forget my fate,

Remember me,
Remember me,
but aaaaah
forget my fate,
Remember me !
but aaaaah
forget my fate.