The Secret Study lyrics
My night is spent, sitting in secret study.
A tripod serving as my sole support From solitude an exiguous flame's emerging In order to have - what was lost - restored My wand is held and put between the branches Both feet and garment's them are moisted - fear when, through the sleeves, a voice quetly trembles Splendour divine - and divinations near
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