Where Is She?

I look up at the starry night,
Where the air is warm and the stars are bright,
O such a lovely sight to see.
A fine young maiden braiding her hair,
She looks up at me,
All I can do is stare,
O such a lovely sight to see.
It's chilly out now,
My maiden has departed,
When she'll be back I do not know,
O why does all this happen to me?
I'm freezing, I'm cold, why am I here,
My maiden has never come back.
I've been waiting for years,
So cold and alone, where is she?
I remember the time when I was warm and alive,
I've been dead since '53.

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