Still so gently o'er me stealing.
Vainly do I seek to sink
Dreaming 'neath the wings of Morpheus,
For that music is, I think,
Rivalling the lyre of Orpheus.
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Fine musicians! lovely tones
On my tympanum vibrating!
To the centre of my bones
Every note is penetrating.
Cursed assassins! Now I see
That they are those blanked mosquitoes;
They have come to murder me
With their poisonous stilettos.
They have sung their requiem!
Holy Mary, help me bury
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