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! Opinions expressed on this blog are mine and not my employer's.
There's an alternative ending I'd happily take!
Ha, yes! Maybe she landed in the Tiber, survived, and somehow made her way to London.
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There's an alternative ending I'd happily take!
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