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At the cry of the first bird
They began to crucify Thee, O Swan!
Never shall lament cease because of that
It was like the parting of day from night
Ah, sore was the suffering borne
By the body of Mary's Son
But sorer still to Him was the grief
Which for His sake
Came upon His Mother
WRITERS
Samuel Barber
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Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
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Sadness
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