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!
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!
Ha, yes! Maybe she landed in the Tiber, survived, and somehow made her way to London.
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