NOW FOLLOWS WHAT EVERY DEMON SAYS IN HIS HEART, REMEMBERING THAT TIME
And gloriously are seeking!
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How the singer made his lyre.
Oh, Lucifer, great Lucifer,
Oh, fallen, ancient Lucifer,
Master, lost, of the angel choir—
Silent, suffering Lucifer:
Once your alchemies of Hell