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The Nightingale



Thomas Weelkes - The Nightingale - текст песни (слова)

The Nighingale, the Organ of delight,
 the nimble Lark, the Blackbird, and the Thrush,
 and all the pretty quiristers of flight,
 that chant their Music notes in ev'ry bush:
 Let them no more contend who shall excel,
 the Cuckoo is the bird that bears the bell.   
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