Saturday, September 6, 2008


(a bookmark of sorts)

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt.
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
Touched with fire, we come,
Heavenly, your sanctuary!

Your sweet magic frees all others,
Held in Custom's rigid rings.
Beggars and princes become brothers,
In the haven of your wings.

The music, which completes the magic:

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