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Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own Magnificence Magnificent! Naked man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, Unless Soul clap its hands and sing, And louder sing For every tatter its mortal dress, Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments Of its own magnificence Magnificent! Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments The of sun its own magnificent. Magnificence Magnificent. Magnificent! We shall clap its hands and sing. And now we're sing, forever tired in this mortal Dress.