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Burdens of grief that weigh against me
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Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
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Your kinds heart now pines
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For whom the gods love dies young
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Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
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The sadness I present, smiles with tears
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Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
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And wars abhorred by mothers
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No man lives so poor as he was born
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We don't remember pure sensations
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Gaze peacefully into the past
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I am dust , and to dust I shall return
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Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
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Devour my sad whimperings
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The cutting whip is mine to feel
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No symphony in mind to colour my dreams
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Poena damni
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Sorrow everywhere
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Please pray for me
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When deep sleep falls on men
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Father hold me
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I am yours to bear
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Ad te
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In the play which he has written for the world
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Night is the mother of sleep
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Old age is a malady of which one dies
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Augury of a better age
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Sages as far as the beard
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Their wounds smelled so sweetly
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Temptation, the father of my lust
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Chalcedony shines like the new born
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Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs
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Splendid was the innocentcs fall
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Laugh to scorn would our foe
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Amid wars laws are silent
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Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
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Falls the labrious memory of pain
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In the rich upheavel of vast choirs
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Death shall flee from me
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Misericordium et judicium
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Adhoest pavimento
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AD te levavi ocolus meos
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Verba mea auribus
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Vast Choirs
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My Dying Bride |