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Boys that held him dear Do your weeping now All you loved of him lies here Do your weeping now Brought to the earth The arrogant brow And the withering tongue Do your weeping now Sing whatever songs are sung Wind whatever wreath For a playmate perished young For a spirit who's spent in death Boys that held him dear Do your weeping now All you loved of him lies here Do your weeping now Do From Letras Mania