| The silver swan, who living had no note
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| When death approached, unlocked her silent throat
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| She leaned her breast against the reedy shore
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| She sung her first and last, and sung no more
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| Farewell all joys! |
| O death, come close my eyes
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| More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise
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| More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise
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| More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise
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| The silver swan, who living had no note
|
| When death approached, unlocked her silent throat
|
| She leaned her breast against the reedy shore
|
| She sung her first and last, and sung no more
|
| Farewell all joys! |
| O death, come close my eyes
|
| More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise
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| More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise
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| More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise |