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III
I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen
in silent amazement.
The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of
thy music runs from sky to sky.
The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles
and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a
voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out
biffed. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of
thy music, my master!
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