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Lorenzo Palomo: DulcineaIt isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. -
Lorenzo Palomo: My Secluded GardenOriginally posted by french frank View PostMy life, each morning when I dress, is four and twenty hours less. (J Richardson)Comment
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Delius: Walk To The Paradise GardenComment
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Meyerbeer: L'Africaine (O Paradiso)Originally posted by LMcD View PostMy life, each morning when I dress, is four and twenty hours less. (J Richardson)Comment
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Mozart: "Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen" (Flute)Originally posted by Pianorak View PostIt isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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Lehár : Dein ist mein ganzes Herz (Das Land des Lächelns)Originally posted by french frank View PostMy life, each morning when I dress, is four and twenty hours less. (J Richardson)Comment
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Hamish MacCunn: Land Of The Mountain And The FloodOriginally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostComment
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Stravinsky: The FloodOriginally posted by LMcD View Post"The sound is the handwriting of the conductor" - Bernard HaitinkComment
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Rufus Isabel Elliot: "the stones in the river by our camp in the forest / the space on the ground where we lay"Originally posted by LMcD View PostComment
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Liszt: WaldesrauschenOriginally posted by LMcD View PostMy life, each morning when I dress, is four and twenty hours less. (J Richardson)Comment
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Beethoven: Piano Sonata 21 in C major, Op. 53Originally posted by Pianorak View PostIt isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.Comment
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