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PUT OUT THE lamps, my heart, the lamps of your lonely night.

The call comes to you to open your doors, for the morning light is abroad.

Leave your lute in the corner, my heart, the lute of your lonely life.

The call comes to you to come out in silence, for the morning sings your own songs.

 

 

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