My black, feathered breast Unto comes o'er mast & sail Look upon a broken site Torn apart through wind & hail Lead me to the chaos of water As I reveal myself to you A fall from God is a blessing unknown Its rivers deep from which I drew Where is the burning city? Great Naples, its kings alone A hunger roared and reared A fool suffers in Rome Mon enfant, prends patience, Bientфt la nuit tombera. Dors, si tu peux, Et rкve de pays merveilleux.
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