Parodos
[Choral 2]
You killed and were killed, my mother! and you have slain a father and your own children;
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Electra
for we are dead or as good as dead. You are in your grave, and the greater part of my life is spent in weeping and wailing,
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and tears at night; unmarried, childless, I drag out forever a joyless existence.
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