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− | (('tis commentary be bound within all these))
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− | ((to wit, 'ere our man lays the beat, to none other 'an the king o' the moun'ain's song.))
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− | Call to a scene re - dress-,/
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− | Cav'rnous-,/
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− | Cav'rnous-,/
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− | The Players return nightcap consumed-- all in- one--,/
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− | Is this home to them so stark-?/
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− | Hour is farce-,/
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− | Hour is farce-,/
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− | We wonder where'st they might have not gone to- wit--,/
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− | Does we excuse from them a sighs-?/
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− | Say it lies-,/
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− | Say it lies-,/
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− | Inexcusable this is!/
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− | See me not,/
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− | YES--./
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− | Given heaven's dialogue-,/
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− | We excuse-,/
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− | You refuse-,/
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− | Empy-rean fable sounds!/
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− | Delight-ful!/
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− | NO--./
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− | Bind me not to this cold stone-,/
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− | We dishone'-,/
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− | We disown'-,/
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− | Cast down from our side you art no child o' MINE--,/
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− | Given how little we- knew-,/
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− | You outgrew-,/
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− | You outgrew-,/
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− | Thro' us to earth as as we threw you, Gide-on,//
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− | (('e whispers now, mayhap in fear))//
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− | NOT THIS//
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− | NO MORE//
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− | FURTHER NOT//
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− | IN THIS HALL THERE SOUNDS NOT MORTAL STEPS TO BE//
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− | GIVEN HISTORY'S WILL TO REPEAT MAKE ME NOT TREAD NOT HERE.//
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− | REDRESS I GRIEVE TOO FORGI------VE ME//
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− | ((terror drives 'im to admi'ance, and wha' 'aste! the beat lay long since forgot!))//
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− | I will not lie the steps they multiply,/
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− | Given heaven's will,/
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− | Know only that those that enter never stop,/
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− | Stubborn a thousand times,/
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− | They cannot return to their homes as before.//
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− | IN THIS MOUNTAIN KING'S HALL.//
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− | I WILL DIE.//
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− | FOR GIVE ME CHILD.//
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− | (('is voice now gone, only the music remains, only a wo'der an' a ma'vel, did 'e exist? we cannae noaw.))//
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− | ...
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− | !!!!
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− | ((the music, 'tis at ends. 'ere our man's remains is found by these young, who are on the patrol yet do not patrol.))//
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− | SMALLS: What we find here then?//
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− | JOLE: A corpse! A human corpse!//
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− | SMALLS: And how say you, that we should find such as this, in such as this?//
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− | JOLE: I say that perhaps, we choose that was never as us found such as this?//
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− | SMALLS: A wise decision. Let this flesh pursue the top of yon stairs, though he find a different end than we, surely.//
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− | JOLE: Surely.//
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− | -FIN.-
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