[*]Falling for fallen lord,
[*]Here by the tomb that shuts out good and ill,—
Here, where the full libations have been poured
That turn aside the curse men deprecate,
Hear me, O Thou my Dread,
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Hear thou, O Sire, the words my dark mind speaks!
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Oh, woe is me, woe, woe!
Woe, woe, and woe is me!