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| Madrigal voices are blending in song, Wafting their melody sweetly along. Chorus of angels, you're calling to me, Lifting my soul so it's happy and free. Beautiful tones all entwine like a braid. Nothing more magic could ever be made. Who could be sad when the madrigals sing? Their music glistens like blossoms in spring. Praise to the Lord for their voices so sweet, Bringing to all a melodious treat. Let us rejoice when the madrigals sing, Never complaining about anything. | ||
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