Ill News
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Romeo: If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand, My bosom's Lord sits lightly in his throne: And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit, Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead, (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think) And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reviv'd and was an Emperor. Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess'd When but love's shadows are so rich in joy.
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- Duration
- 03:08
- Tempo
- 139 BPM