Lisa Hirsch's Classical Music Blog. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. Berce mollement sur ton sein sublime Ô puissante mer, l’enfant de Dindyme!
Vom Gebirge Well auf Well kommen Regengüsse, und ich gäbe dir so gern hunderttausend Küsse.
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