Labas, mano grazi myliu!
Love has wrought it's Cherub's scheme!Breathing life into this dream!
A cantor's prayer,
my Godhead dare,
reprieve the sins
of those as me.
All the woes lay as mute,
calamitous I now refute!
Lament, surcease, in sorrow
has flown the coop
for the morrow,
where once I wept,
an oubliette,
exonerate the morning's light,
it's gaiety,
I fare to borrow.
To this blessing, from a curse,
love descends on me at first,
I shall then dedicate,
without need to contemplate,
when I look to you
I know my fate.
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