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A Hill To Die Upon
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The Garden
There's faery in this garden I cannot bear to hear him sing:
'Thee sculptors all pursuing, Have embodied but their own; Round their visions, form enduring, Marble vestments thou hast thrown'
There's faery in my garden I cannot bear to hear him sing:
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com 'But thyself, in silence winding, Thou hast kept eternally Thee they found not, many finding I have found thee, wake for me.'
'Hear my voice come through the golden Mist of memory and hope; And with shadowy smile embolden Me with primal death to cope.'
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