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The Valley of Vision

Ah, that I were in the valley of vision
In the valley, yea, the desolate valley
Where there is sorrow like unto my sorrow
And the evening sand is gone over the sea

Oh, that I were in the valley of vision
When the shadows of evening suffered thee
In the valley, yea, the desolate valley 
Where there is the burden of love

Oh that I had wings upon the sea
The desert of the sea among the stars
Where there is only a love, a shadowing love
Going down more fierce than evening

Ah, in the valley, the desolate valley 
Where I went mourning without the sun
My words hath allured more fierce than evening
In the way by reason of my affliction

Ah, in the desolate valley of vision
In the wilderness in the way of affliction
by sorrow of my vision in the midst of the land
my love, my fair one, it is burned, it is burned

Ah, it is burned, it is burned, Gemeera! it is burned.
It is burned in the valley of vision
Where the earth mourneth and fadeth away
Whilst the shadows of evening suffer thee

Yea, in the desolate valley like the roaring of the sea
Where I went mourning without the sun
I awakened in the midst of the land
In the midst of the land with a shadowing shroud 

In the valley, yea, the desolate valley
Where I cannot weep mine eye, mine eye
In the valley, yea, the desolate valley
In the day of the whirlwind upon the sea

Ah, that I were in the valley of vision
In the valley, yea, the desolate valley
Gemeera in the valley of vision
Here, O fair one, in the valley of vision. 

Gemeera, I am bereaved in the desolate valley
Alas! It hath devoured the great deep
Where the sun goeth down as the evening eagle
Gemeera, in the valley of decision

In the valley, yea, near in the valley of decision
It is burned, it is burned, Ah! It is burned
Ife it be marvelous, Ah, it is burned
Where the sun goeth down as the evening eagle

Lo, in the valley, the desolate valley
As though I had not cast with a shadowing shroud
Take I, under the shadow yet I will look again
Near in the valley, Alas! Alas! The vision.

I will look again in the valley, the valley of vision
Oh Gemeera, Gemeera, in the desolate valley
Where there is no sorrow like unto my words
Here in the valley of a shadowing love

Therefore, behold, I even I, will allure her
More fierce than the shadows of evening
For I am the man that hath seen affliction
Here in the desolate valley of vision

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