H. Purcell - Music for a while. Philippe Jaroussky текст песни

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Music, music for a while
shall all your cares beguile...
wondering, wondering
how your pains were eas'd...
and disdaining to be pleas'd
till Alecto to free the dead (x2)
from their eternal, eternal bands
till the snakes drop from her head
and the the whip from out her hands
(refrain)

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