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i{Three Voices [together].} Hurry to bless the hands that play,
The mouths that speak, the notes and strings, O masters of the glittering town! O! lay the shrilly trumpet down, Though drunken with the flags that sway Over the ramparts and the towers, And with the waving of your wings. i{First Voice.} Maybe they linger by the way. One gathers up his purple gown; One leans and mutters by the wall -- He dreads the weight of mortal hours. i{Second Voice.} O no, O no! they hurry down Like plovers that have heard the call. i{Third Voice.} O kinsmen of the Three in One, O kinsmen, bless the hands that play. The notes they waken shall live on When all this heavy history's done; Our hands, our hands must ebb away. i{Three Voices [together].} The proud and careless notes live on, But bless our hands that ebb away. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |