Κυριακή, 1 Αυγούστου 2010

Prospero's Speech by Loreena McKennitt



And now my charms are all o'erthrown
And what strength I have's mine own
Which is most faint; now t'is true
I must be here confined by you


But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please.
Which was to please.
Now I want spirits to enforce,
art to enchant
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer


Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults
As you from crimes would pardon'd be
Let your indulgence set me free.

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