Intro
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Verse:
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F# moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
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F# snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun
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Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
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An ice-piece so as they seem forever fallen
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F# night-piece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment
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F# rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity
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The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man
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With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins
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Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers
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Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling
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F# transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates
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Kept in a box of translucent scale
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F# glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up
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Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature
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That it will scarcely endure the light
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And therefore only shown in winter
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Or by the light of a carbuncle, or a firefly
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And batwings
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And batwings
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And batwings sing this limnal hymn
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F# wideness opening and closing to keep the darkness sealed within
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To keep the darkness sealed within
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To keep the darkness sealed within
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To keep the darkness sealed within
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To keep the darkness sealed within
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F# moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
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[Singing in a mysterious language]