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Seems like the gift I hear your voice:

The art of note and speech around:

In Forerunner's mouth how did you sound!

How did you wake the hearts' rejoice!

And young and old were rise by feet,

And they were going under shells:

Rumor was like a furnace flames,

How did you kindle ardent heat!

The Christ, The Circe, Demosthenes,

Grand Opera, La Scala, Covent Garden…

The ship was lead right on the rigs so hardened,

When helmsman heard the Sirens' sing… —

You really have ambrosian treat!

But I love most your voice's being sweet…