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Title |
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Time |
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Info |
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1 |
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Overture |
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3:07 |
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2 |
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Shake the cloud from off your brow |
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1:10 |
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3 |
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Ah! Belinda, I am pressed |
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3:27 |
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4 |
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Grief increases by concealing |
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0:57 |
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5 |
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Whence could so much virtue spring? |
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2:13 |
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6 |
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Fear no danger to ensue |
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1:41 |
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7 |
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See, your Royal Guest appears |
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1:18 |
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8 |
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Cupid only throws the dart |
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0:36 |
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9 |
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If not for mine, for Empire's sake |
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0:25 |
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10 |
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Pursue thy conquest, love |
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0:50 |
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11 |
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To the hills and the vales |
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1:16 |
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12 |
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The Triumphing Dance |
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1:17 |
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13 |
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Prelude for the Witches |
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1:27 |
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14 |
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Wayward sisters, you that fright |
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1:36 |
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15 |
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Harm's our delight |
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0:19 |
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16 |
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The Queen of Carthage, whom we hate |
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0:49 |
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17 |
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Ruin'd ere the set of sun? |
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1:30 |
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18 |
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But ere we this perform |
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1:16 |
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19 |
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In our deep vaulted cell |
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1:17 |
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20 |
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Echo Dance of Furies |
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1:04 |
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21 |
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Ritornelle |
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0:29 |
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22 |
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Thanks to the lonesome vales |
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1:43 |
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23 |
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Oft she visits this lone mountain |
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2:07 |
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24 |
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Behold, upon my bending spear |
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0:37 |
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25 |
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Haste, haste to town |
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0:47 |
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26 |
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Stay, Prince and hear great Jove's command |
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2:44 |
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27 |
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Then since our charms have sped |
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1:11 |
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28 |
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Come away, fellow sailors, your anchors be weighing |
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1:46 |
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29 |
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The Sailors' Dance |
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0:44 |
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30 |
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See the flags and streamers curling |
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0:57 |
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31 |
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Our next motion |
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0:42 |
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32 |
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Destruction's our delight |
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0:36 |
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33 |
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The Witches' Dance |
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1:32 |
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34 |
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Your counsel all is urg'd in vain |
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4:42 |
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35 |
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Great minds against themselves conspire |
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1:16 |
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36 |
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Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me |
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1:06 |
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37 |
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When I am laid in earth |
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8:28 |
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38 |
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With drooping wings ye Cupids come |
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4:28 |
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Total time |
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58:44 |
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