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DE PROFVNDIS
BELOW the dark waves where the dead go down
Are gulfs of night more deep;
But little care they whom the waves once drown
How far from light they sleep.
Are gulfs of night more deep;
But little care they whom the waves once drown
How far from light they sleep.
But who, in deepest sorrow though he be,
Fears not a deeper still?
Would God that sorrow were as the salt sea,
Whose topmost waters kill!
Fears not a deeper still?
Would God that sorrow were as the salt sea,
Whose topmost waters kill!
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