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Earthshine |
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(Earth shine) |
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Heard you the sound ... the sound of the muffled drum |
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And all the trumpets mournful blast |
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They tell that the time ... that the combatant's time has come |
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to all his dreams of glory past |
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Sealed till the last ... the last deep trumpet shake, |
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The earth with all its awful sound |
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Then shall the dead ... the dead arousing, wake, |
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While even nature sinks around! |
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The mother weeps ... she weeps her beloved son, |
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Who was her hope her joy her pride |
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He was the one ... the widows only one |
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For him she surely would have died |
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Her pilgrimage is nearly past, |
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her every earthly woe, |
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like the ancient tree that falls at last |
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when wintry tempests blow |
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What marvel that she wildly cries |
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For the grave its prey to yield? |
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oh what avail are tears or sighs |
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his earthly doom is seald. |
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Don't grieve for me |
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I'm not there |
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I am the gentle autumn rain |
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Hold up my lamp to light your way |
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farewell to thee |
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*BY MR.SERPENT * |
