From your embrace
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Where sleeps an eternal Night,
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Let me emerge and sing this Elendian plaint,
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For all the pearls have vanished that shone before.
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Teach me in pure melodious songs to move
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With sirenian might
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These hearts who died in joy.
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Lord, let the soul of music tune my voice
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For death and despair have soiled the shores of Heaven.
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Ah! Let the soul of music tune my voice
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And cast down with sin oppressed I'll be longing
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For your embrace.
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The Embrace
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| Elend |
