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In the leafy shades of a wildwood,

reflections of a distant light

A tempting celestial song

calling into the light leading to the sky

Somber, so very intense, kneeling to the ground

Gripe the soil! It turns into dust.

Desperate fingers grasping, nothing.

We are the organ pipes of living frailty:

A voice in the dark, so strong yet so fragile

Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief!

The flower must wither, the flower must die

We are the organ pipes of living frailty:

A voice in the dark, so strong yet so fragile

Now touch the serpent's tongue and feel a true relief!

The flower must wither, the flower must die again