The boys in the loft raised their pure and unearthly voices to the arches above, resounding throughout the vast Cathedral.
Semen ejus in aeterno manebit: et thronus ejus sicut sol in conspectu meo, et sicut luna perfecta in aeternum: et testis in caelo fidelis.
It was a simple and solemn melody, at most only four or five notes on a syllable, and the boy…
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