Free Besieged
Thousands of sounds innumerous, in great creation's depths; / The East was starting it, ending it the West. / Some from the East and from the West some; / Every sound had a joy, every joy a love.
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Complaint waste of time in whatever one might lose.
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Joy in my eyes I wish to see, the much beloved, / Cruel dream revealed into the shroud shut.
from free besieged by solomos...
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