Cifra de The Conqueror Worm - Voltaire
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Lo! 't is a gala night
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Within the lonesome latter years!
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An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
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In veils, and drowned in tears,
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Sit in a theatre, to see
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A play of hopes and fears,
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While the orchestra breathes fitfully
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The music of the spheres.
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Mimes, in the form of God on high,
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Mutter and mumble low,
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And hither and thither fly -
Mere puppets they, who come and go
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At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
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Flapping from out their Condor wings
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Bridge or whatever - Dm Am C Em
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That motley drama - oh, be sure
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It shall not be forgot!
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With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
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Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self - same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
(I start playing bridge on the "plot")
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But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
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Out - out are the lights - out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
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While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
(Again, the bridge)
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