Mag's Song
1
The rich man lay on his velvet couch,
He ate from plates of gold;
A poor girl stood on the marble step,
And cried, " So cold, so cold! "
2
Three years went by and the rich man died;
He descended to fiery hell;
The poor girl lay in an angel's arms
And sighed, " All's well — all's well! "
The rich man lay on his velvet couch,
He ate from plates of gold;
A poor girl stood on the marble step,
And cried, " So cold, so cold! "
2
Three years went by and the rich man died;
He descended to fiery hell;
The poor girl lay in an angel's arms
And sighed, " All's well — all's well! "
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