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His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
His tongue is now a stringless instrument;
Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
And lap it in Elysium.
At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
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At every close she made, th' attending throng
Replied, and bore the burden of the song:
So just, so small, yet in so sweet a note,
It seemed the music melted in the throat.
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
Sweetest the strain when in the song
The singer has been lost.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well;
I see you have a singing face.
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing,
"Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing,
"Scherzando! ma non troppo, ppp."
You know you haven't got a singing face.
You know you haven't got a singing face.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
