Electra: Ai, ai, tear my face!
I, like the swan of echoing song
in descant note at the water's edge
who calls to its parent so dearly loved
and dying now in the hidden net
of twisted meshes, mourn you thus
in agony dying,
body steeped in the final bath,
lull most pitiful, sleep of death.
I, like the swan of echoing song
in descant note at the water's edge
who calls to its parent so dearly loved
and dying now in the hidden net
of twisted meshes, mourn you thus
in agony dying,
body steeped in the final bath,
lull most pitiful, sleep of death.
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