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 :::THE TRAITOR

UDAS am I, or Peter, Or am I only one Set by malicious destiny Between the moon and sun?

Silver upon the land! Silver upon the sea! A world of silver in my hand — And my Love looking at me.

It is not only the Lord, Who in the high priest's hall, Looks on the man who can betray, Till bitterly weeping, he turns away, Too common grows that word.

Put out the altar-light! Let no wine redden the floor. Cover that lovely face from sight! Let me go forth into the night, And see that look no more.

Silver upon the land! Silver upon the sea! A world of silver in my hand — And my Love looking at me!