Intro
C#m A E A x2
Verse:
C#m A E A
C# moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
C#m A E A
C# 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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C# night-piece of the dismal supper and strange entertainment
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C#m A E A
C# rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity
C#m A E A
The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man
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C#m A
E A
With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins
C#m A
E A C#m
Pictures of three remarkable steeples, or towers
A E A C#m
Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling
A E A
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C# transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates
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Kept in a box of translucent scale
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C#m A E A C#m A E A
C# 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
C#m A E A C#m A E A
C# 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
C#m A E A
To keep the darkness sealed within
C#m A E A
C# moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
C#m A E A
[Singing in a mysterious language]