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No. 13: Duet (Selene & Ethais)
| Selene. |
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Thy features are fair and seemly — |
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A god among mortal men: |
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I'm beautiful, too, extremely — |
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Granting all this, what then? |
| Ethais. |
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You're beautiful, too, extremely — |
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Granting all this, what then? |
| Selene. |
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The cause is beyond my ken. |
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I blindly thus reply: |
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"Suppose we were fated
To be separated |
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Assuredly I should die!" |
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Oh, thine is the giving
Of dying or living! |
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I wonder, wonder why? |
| Selene. |
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A being of radiance rarer |
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Is the Sun in his golden noon; |
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Beyond comparison fairer |
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The sheen of the silver Moon. |
| Ethais. |
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Beyond comparison fairer |
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The sheen of the silver Moon. |
| Selene. |
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Each is a God-sent boon. |
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Fairer than you or I — |
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But when they've departed
I'm not broken-hearted, |
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I neither despair nor die! |
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Their rising and setting
I see without fretting — |
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I wonder, wonder why? |
| Selene. |
Ethais. |
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The cause is beyond |
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The cause is beyond |
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our ken, |
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our ken, |
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I blindly thus |
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I blindly thus reply: |
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reply, reply: |
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"Suppose we were fated
To be separated |
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"Suppose we were fated
To be separated |
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Assuredly I should die!" |
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Assuredly I should die!" |
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Oh, thine is the giving
Of dying or living! |
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Oh, thine is the giving
Of dying or living! |
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I wonder, wonder why? |
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I wonder, wonder why? |
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I wonder why, I wonder why? |
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I wonder why? |
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Oh, thine is the giving
Of dying or living! |
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Oh, thine is the giving
Of dying or living! |
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I wonder why, I wonder why? |
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I wonder why, I wonder why? |
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