Light of my soul, arise,
Thy sister lights are in the skies,
We want thine eyes, those joyous eyes,
Night is mourning for those eyes;
Arise, arise, arise, arise,
Light of my soul, we want those eyes.
The sacred verse is on my sword,
And on my heart thy name;
The words of each alike ador'd,
The truth of both the same.
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