Here lies a most beautiful lady, 
Light of step and heart was she; 
I think she was the most beautiful lady 
That ever was in the West Country. 
But beauty vanishes, beauty passes; 
However rare -  rare it be; 
And when I crumble,who will remember 
This lady of the West Country.                
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