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	[Music by Thor Georg Buer; Lyrics by R. Michael Cook]
	“Et si nom minus nobis iucundi atque
	inlustres sunt ei dies quibus
	conservamur quam illi quibus nascimur,
	quod salutis certa laetitia est, nascendi
	incerta condicio et quod sine sensu
	nascimur, cum voluptate servamur…”
	[- Marcus Tullius Cicero, In Catilinam III.2]
	HΛΥΠHAΔEΛΦHTHΣXAPAΣEΣTIN
	DONECMEFLVMINEVIVOABLVERO
	Weaving the wasted waters of the world,
	I hear the music:
	AINULINDALE.
	Nothing could be more than walking hand
	in hand,
	lamenting the later lords.
	The gull tears my heart,
	but let it be said of me: “…”
	And “thus he spoke to me!”
	O sinners, let us go down,
	let us go down, come down,
	down, in the river to pray.
	O sinners, let us drown,
	let us drown, come down,
	where in the river we’ll stay.
	I despise the land that you so cherish,
	and I abhor the earth beneath my feet.

	Music by Thor Georg Buer Lyrics by R. Michael Cook
	" Et si nom minus nobis iucundi atque
	inlustres sunt ei dies quibus
	conservamur quam illi quibus nascimur,
	quod salutis certa laetitia est, nascendi
	incerta condicio et quod sine sensu
	nascimur, cum voluptate servamur"
	Marcus Tullius Cicero, In Catilinam III. 2
	H HA E HTH XAPA E TIN
	DONECMEFLVMINEVIVOABLVERO
	Weaving the wasted waters of the world,
	I hear the music:
	AINULINDALE.
	Nothing could be more than walking hand
	in hand,
	lamenting the later lords.
	The gull tears my heart,
	but let it be said of me: ""
	And " thus he spoke to me!"
	O sinners, let us go down,
	let us go down, come down,
	down, in the river to pray.
	O sinners, let us drown,
	let us drown, come down,
	where in the river we' ll stay.
	I despise the land that you so cherish,
	and I abhor the earth beneath my feet.

	Music by Thor Georg Buer Lyrics by R. Michael Cook
	" Et si nom minus nobis iucundi atque
	inlustres sunt ei dies quibus
	conservamur quam illi quibus nascimur,
	quod salutis certa laetitia est, nascendi
	incerta condicio et quod sine sensu
	nascimur, cum voluptate servamur"
	Marcus Tullius Cicero, In Catilinam III. 2
	H HA E HTH XAPA E TIN
	DONECMEFLVMINEVIVOABLVERO
	Weaving the wasted waters of the world,
	I hear the music:
	AINULINDALE.
	Nothing could be more than walking hand
	in hand,
	lamenting the later lords.
	The gull tears my heart,
	but let it be said of me: ""
	And " thus he spoke to me!"
	O sinners, let us go down,
	let us go down, come down,
	down, in the river to pray.
	O sinners, let us drown,
	let us drown, come down,
	where in the river we' ll stay.
	I despise the land that you so cherish,
	and I abhor the earth beneath my feet.

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