| Resonant strings of devotion
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| By which all life is allured
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| Echoed the crests of the Tracian ocean
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| To the forests where they were procured
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| Carried through the oaken woods
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| And by Eurydice was admired
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| She came to him in her supple grace
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| And was all that he desired
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| No sooner than their love was bound
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| And their vows were solemnly spoken
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| The young bride struck by a serpent
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| And Orpheus' heart was broken
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| Burdened by grief, he appealed with song
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| To the gods who rule the dark and silent world
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| He struck his lyre and they were charmed to stillness
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| As the passion in his strings unfurled
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| Ixion’s wheel was motionless
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| As the underworld was met with tears
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| «The debt of life was paid too soon
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| Let me have her the rest of my years»
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| «You may have her but you must not look upon her until you’ve passed through
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| this realm»
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| They journeyed back through the worlds
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| At first light Orpheus rejoiced
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| He turned back to catch his love
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| In the moment she was destroyed
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| For the rest of his life in the absence of light
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| Every shadow held a phantom
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| His songs were played with mournful wishes
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| And a hope the fates might grant them |