Bind me — I still can sing —
Banish — my mandolin
Strikes true within —
Slay — and my Soul shall rise
Chanting to Paradise —
Still thine.
Bind me — I still can sing —
Banish — my mandolin
Strikes true within —
Slay — and my Soul shall rise
Chanting to Paradise —
Still thine.
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