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Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells / That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. / Vainer his voice in whom no longer dwells / Hunger that craves immortal Bread and Wine.
Light songs we breathe that perish with our breath / Out of our lips that have not kissed the rod. / They shall not live who have not tasted death. / They only sing who are struck dumb by God.