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La Mort des Amants
04:37
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There will be beds, full of light odours blent,
Divans, great couches, deep, profound as tombs,
And, grown for us, in light magnificent,
Over the flower-stand there will droop strange blooms.
Careful of our last flame declining
As two vast torches our two hearts shall flare
And our two spirits in their double shining
Reflect the double light enchanted there.
One night, a night of mystic blue and rose
A look will pass, supreme, from me to you,
Like a long sob, laden with long adieux.
And later on, an angel will unclose
The door and entering joyously relight
The tarnished mirrors and the flames blown to the night.
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Passacaille
04:34
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Black Riders
03:21
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Black riders came from the sea.
There was clang and clang of spear and shield,
And clash and clash of hoof and heel,
Wild shouts and the wave of hair
In the rush upon the wind:
Thus the ride of sin.
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