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Текст песни The Secret Study

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