Wednesday 6 November 2013

One of Life's Blessings : SINEAD O'CONNOR : House Of The Rising Sun

If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour!
William Shakespeare"Twelfth Night", Act 1 scene 1

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