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lirik lagu a hill to die upon – the garden

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there’s faery in this garden
i cannot bear to hear him sing:

“thee sculptors all pursuing,
have embodied but their own;
round their visions, form enduring,
marble vestments thou hast thrown”

there’s faery in my garden
i cannot bear to hear him sing:

“but thyself, in silence winding,
thou hast kept eternally
thee they found not, many finding
i have found thee, wake for me.”

“hear my voice come through the golden
mist of memory and hope;
and with shadowy smile embolden
me with primal death to cope.”