O cruel marraige,
That dost join souls,
And tear them apart,
By serpent's tongue,
Today, on Heaven's Eve.
Dead!
O Apollo, mourn,
Your daughter is dead,
And I with divine tongue,
Sing to mortal ears.
But no more...
My song is choked.
By these selfsame tears,
That once happiness evoked,
Now locked in bitter mourning,
Through the twilight's final flame,
Having thy deathbed soaked,
All in vain...
Eurydice?
Is it but passion's fire,
That I...
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