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Calliope
I can hear your voice
As clear as a bell
As a bell ringing through the night
Through the night

O Calliope
Your tablets of wax
And your golden crown
So wise, so wise

O Calliope
I need your impartial eye
To guide me
My love is gone to another

O Calliope
Your archaic smile
What lurks behind
And makes your lips look alive
Look alive

O Calliope
I fear I'm growing cold
As the marble stone
That you lie in
That you lie in

O Calliope
I need your impartial eye
To guide me when my love is gone
He is gone, gone for good

Tell him to return
Tell him to return
Tell him to return...

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