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| Unknown Artists - Funeral Sequence
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(::MILES::)
Sound the flute,
Blow the horn,
Pluck the lute,
Forward, mourn!
(::MOURNERS::)
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
(::MILES::)
Ah!
(::MOURNERS::)
Ah!
(::MILES::)
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
All Sparta loved her sweetness, and Gaul--
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And Spain--
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And Greece--
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And Egypt--
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And Syria--
(::PSEUDOLUS::)
And Mesopotamia--
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All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
Oh, why should such a blossom fall?
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Speak the spells,
Strum the lyre,
Toll the bells,
Light the pyre.
(::MOURNERS::)
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
(::MILES::)
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!
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