Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile
Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands
Till the snakes drop from her head.
And the whip from out her hand
Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile
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