WHEN Orpheus with his wind-swift fingers
Ripples the strings that gleam like rain,
The wheeling birds fly up and sing,
Hither, thither echoing;
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Mystery far beyond...I stick with the mesmerizing tranquility it offers, that art will be valued only by the innocent ones. Poor ORFEUS, for he wasn't searching for EURIDICE this time!
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Mystery far beyond...I stick with the mesmerizing tranquility it offers, that art will be valued only by the innocent ones. Poor ORFEUS, for he wasn't searching for EURIDICE this time!