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Yet in this song, the saddest by far
Of all my songs, wilt thou not help me still?
Gift me with nobler notes, a purer will—
Shine through the gloom, mine everlasting star!
Wilt thou not aid mine heart to make
This last sad task divine
Even though it break?
Like all the rest, let this song too be thine!
Of all my songs, wilt thou not help me still?
Gift me with nobler notes, a purer will—
Shine through the gloom, mine everlasting star!
Wilt thou not aid mine heart to make
This last sad task divine
Even though it break?
Like all the rest, let this song too be thine!
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