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(A Song from without.)
It dies away.
Edwin.
It is but distant more.
God speed thee, false day,
With thy gauds and thy splendour;
Thy glare frights away
All that's truthful and tender:
With thy gauds and thy splendour;
Thy glare frights away
All that's truthful and tender:
Give place then above
To the star that of old
Lit the glances of Love
When his secret was told.
Elgiva.
To the star that of old
Lit the glances of Love
When his secret was told.
It dies away.
Edwin.
It is but distant more.
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