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Funeral Sequence
Gather around, handmaidens of sorrow
Sound the flute
Blow the horn
Pluck the lute
Forward mourn!
All Crete was at her feet
All Thrace was in her thrall
All Sparta loved her sweetness
And gaul . .
And Spain . .
And Greece . .
And Egypt . .
And Syria . .
And Mesopotamia . .
All Crete was at her feet
All Thrace was in her thrall
Oh, why should such a blossom fall?
Speak the spells
Chant the charms
Toll the bells
Build the pyre!
I don't know about you, but I've suffered enough. On behalf of the body, I want to thank you for a lovely funeral
All Crete was at her feet
But I shall weep no more
I'll find my consolation as before
Among the simple pleasures of war!