Henry Purcell - Sweeter Than Roses (Alfred Deller) | Текст песни

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• Henry Purcell
• Sweeter Than Roses (Alfred Deller)

Sweeter than roses, or cool evening breeze
On a warm flowery shore, was the dear kiss,
First trembling made me freeze,
Then shot like fire all o'er.

What magic has victorious love!
For all I touch or see since that dear kiss,
I hourly prove, all is love to me.


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