The Indian Queen, Z. 630 : Act IV - Prelude And Song (Orazia): They Tell Us That Your Mighty Powers
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They tell us that your might powers above Make perfect your joys and your blessings by love, Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that's there To give a poor lover such a sad torments here? Yet though for my passion such grief I endure, My love shall like yours still be constant and pure. To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains; There's joy in my grief and there's freedom in chains. If I were divine he cou'd love me no more, And I in return my adorer adore, O, let his dear life then, kind gods, be your care, For I in your blessing have no other share.
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- Duration
- 06:12
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 89 BPM