Sun, 09/14/2014 - 00:40 -- cml33


Euridice, Euridice, my dearest love,
Please fly back my little bird.
Where is my little dove?
I beg you, please return.

Euridice, Euridice, o’ brightest star,
Please return to evening sky.
I call you from afar.
I beg you, please return.

Immortal gods, immortal gods, I’ve little left to lose
All except my voice and lyre,
So take them if you choose.
Just let my love return.


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