Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile:
Wond´ring how your pains were eas´d
And disdaining to be pleas´d
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands.
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands.
Thursday 21 May 2009
Blindfold
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