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By Aesma Daeva, Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine:
Cum Sanctis tuis in aeternum,
Qui pius
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By Aesma Daeva, Where night's black bird (her sad) infamy sings.
Hark you shadows
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By Aesma Daeva, Her beauty must success less prove
For this heart is stronger
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By Aesma Daeva, [No lyrics available, sorry]
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By Aesma Daeva, Flow my tears, fall from your springs,
Exiled for ever, let
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By Aesma Daeva, (There were three)
(There were three)
(There were three)
(There were three)
...
As I
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By Aesma Daeva, Requiem...
Requiem (to you)...
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By Aesma Daeva, Aeternam dona eis, Domine:
Et lux perpetua luceat eis,
Et lux perpetua
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By Aesma Daeva, ...a luceat eis...
[Lyrics from the Catholic Requiem Mass]
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By Aesma Daeva, Lysander
I pursue, I pursue invain
Cruel Lysander
Thus to fly me, thus
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By Aesma Daeva, The frightened earth looks pail and cries
It cries as war
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By Aesma Daeva, O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,
(In water...)
Toll on, thou
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By Aesma Daeva, In darkness let me dwell
The ground, the ground shall sorrow
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By Aesma Daeva, How astonishing is the chance
Of leaving this world impress a
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By Aesma Daeva, [No lyrics available, sorry]
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By Aesma Daeva, Frozen beauty lies blind in ice, no eyes to see
What's
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By Aesma Daeva, When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before
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By Aesma Daeva, Once there was myth and mystery.
Now we destroy our ancient
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By Aesma Daeva, Do I know you from this cold life?
Soulfull filling love
Colors
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By Aesma Daeva, Returning from Greece I sat by an angel from east.
She
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By Aesma Daeva, My white canoe, like the silvery air
O'er the River of
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By Aesma Daeva, Upon the lake, upon the windless water,
swim down to me,
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By Aesma Daeva, Man kind asked star light
Man kind asked star light
Those who
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By Aesma Daeva, ArtemisIn your name, cruel sacrifice, embrace my art.Love let me
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By Aesma Daeva, Hymn To The SunTo bright palace of gold sunI fly
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By Aesma Daeva, O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,(In water...)Toll on, thou
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By Aesma Daeva, The Bluish ShadeWhen you whispered your secret,floating afar on a
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By Aesma Daeva, The Origin Of The MuseI sing of the museI sing
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By Aesma Daeva, Tisza's ChildDaughters, sons, river deaths:faces pale like moons;and hands, bright