| Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna
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| In die illa tremenda:
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| Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra:
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| Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem
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| Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo
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| Dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira
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| Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna
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| Quando coeli movendi sunt i terra
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| Dies illa, dies irae, calamitatis
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| Et miseriae, dies magna et amara valde
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| Libera me, Domine
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| It seems that out of battle I escaped
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| Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
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| Through granites which titanic wars had groined
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| Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned
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| Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred
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| Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
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| With piteous recognition in fixed eyes
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| Lifting distressful hands as if to bless
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| And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan
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| «Strange friend,» I said, «here is no cause to mourn.»
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| «None», said the other, «save the undone years
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| The hopelessness. |
| Whatever hope is yours
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| Was my life also; |
| I went hunting wild
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| After the wildest beauty in the world
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| For by my glee might many men have laughed
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| And of my weeping something had been left
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| Which must die now. |
| I mean the truth untold
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| The pity of war, the pity war distilled
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| Now men will go content with what we spoiled
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| Or, discontent, boil boldly, and be spilled
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| They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress
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| None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress
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| Miss we the march of this retreating world
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| Into vain citadels that are not walled
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| Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels
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| I would go up and wash them from sweet wells
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| Even from wells we sunk too deep for war
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| Even from the sweetest wells that ever were
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| I am the enemy you killed, my friend
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| I knew you in this dark; |
| for so you frowned
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| Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed
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| I parried; |
| but my hands were loath and cold
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| Let us sleep now»
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| {BOYS AND CHORUS AND SOPRANO]
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| In paridisum deducant te Angeli;
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| In tuo adventu suscipiant te Martyres
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| Et perducant te in civitatem sanctam
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| Jerusalem. |
| Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat
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| Et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam
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| Habeas requiem
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| Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine:
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| Et lux perpetua luceat eis
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| In paridisum deducant te Angeli;
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| In tuo adventu suscipiant te Martyres
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| Et perducant te in civitatem sanctam
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| Jerusalem. |
| Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat
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| Et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam
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| Habeas requiem
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| {TENOR AND BARITONE]
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| Let us sleep now
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| Requiescat in pace. |
| Amen |