Libera Eis Domine
There is no healing balm of reason
Beside the grave of my beloved
Libera Eis Domine
Death with so pitiless a laugh
You reveal yourself with famished indulgence
Death with so
Libera Eis Domine
There is no healing balm of reason
When will my sorrow begin to pale?
Gather me, for I am scattered
Speak comfort to me
Share my sorrow
Gather me, share my sorrow

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