quinta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2012

Henry Purcell - The Tempest / Air
Dry those eyes which are o’erflowing,
All your storms are overblowing.
While you in this isle are biding,
You shall feast without providing,
Ev’ry dainty you can think of,
Ev’ry wine that you can drink of,
Shall be yours and want shall shun you,
Ceres’ blessing too is on you.

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