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Orpheus And Eurydice
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Orpheus, won’t you turn around? Spin your heels upon the ground, Gaze upon me, I’ll not wilt, And you ne’er will need faulty guilt, O Son of Sun, who sang to Him, Who Proserpine had wed in grim, Dire kingdoms you have brav’d, To ensure that I’ll be saved, Orpheus, I see the light,
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