Henry Purcell - The Indian Queen - 22. We the spirits of the air
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We the spirits of the air That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend.
Greatness clogg'd with scorn decays, With the slave no empire stays. We the spirits of the air That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend. Cease to languish the in vain Since never to be loved again.
We the spirits of the air That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend.
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