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 When thon commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride and I look to thy face and tears come to myeyes. All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony-and spreads wings like a glad lerd on its flight across myadoration the sea. I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singen I come before the presence. I touch by the edge of mig for spread song thy feet berharan I could never healace to reach. And drunk with the joy of singing a forget myself and call. thee friend who art lord. my