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Music

 

Diavolo's Theme

On yonder rock reclining,
That fierce and swarthy soul behold.
Fast his hand his carbine holds,
'Tis his best friend of old.

His way, his steps inclining,
His scarlet plume waves o'er his brow,
And his velvet cloak hangs low,
Playing in garrulous flow.

Tremble, meanwhile the storm is beating.
Afar the echo repeating,
"Diavolo, Diavolo, Diavolo."

Tremble, meanwhile the storm is beating.
Afar the echo repeating,
"Diavolo, Diavolo, Diavolo."

 

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