1:07:00
If I do wake,
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some planet strike me down
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that I may slumber
in eternal sleep.
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Speak...
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gentle Niece.
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What stern, ungentle hands
have lopped
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and hewed and made thy body bare
of her two branches?
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Those...
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sweet ornaments...
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whose circling shadows
kings have sought to sleep in.
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Why dost not speak to me?
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Come.
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Let us go...
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and make thy father blind,
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for such a sight
will blind a father's eye.
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An hour's storm will drown
the fragrant meads.
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What will whole months of tears
thy father's eyes?
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Do not draw back,
for we will mourn with thee.
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Oh, could our mourning
ease thy misery!
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Hear me, grave fathers!