Ian Bostridge - Handel Georg Fridrich - Where'er you walk | Текст песни

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Where'er you walk
Cool gales shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
shall crowd into a shade
Trees where you sit
shall crowd into a shade


Where'er you tread
the blushing flowers shall rise
and all things flourish
and all things flourish
Where e'er you turn your eyes.

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