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Sweeter than roses , or cool evening breeze
On a warm flowery shore, was the dear kiss,
First trembling made me freeze,

Then shot like fire all o'er.
What magic has victorious love!
For all I touch or see since that dear kiss,
I hourly prove, all is love to me.


Sweeter than Roses - Henry Purcell
Countertenor Alfred Deller

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2009-11