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 CO I know not how thon singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement. The light of the music illumines the world. The life breath of the music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy masie breaks through all stony obstacles and rusheson. My heart longs to join in thy song but rainly struggles for a voice. I would speak but speech tells not out in song and I cry sorely baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of the musie, master! my