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Title |
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Time |
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Info |
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| 1 |
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If by your Art, my dearest father |
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4:03 |
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| 2 |
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Alas, poor Milan! |
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3:31 |
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| 3 |
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Be't to fly, to swim |
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3:40 |
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| 4 |
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This damned witch Sycorax |
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4:38 |
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| 5 |
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The fringed curtains of thine eye |
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4:36 |
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| 6 |
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There's nothing ill can dwell |
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2:47 |
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| 7 |
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How lush and lusty the grass |
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3:13 |
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| 8 |
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Riches, poverty, and use of service |
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2:21 |
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| 9 |
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Sometime like apes |
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2:50 |
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| 10 |
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Full many a lady I have eyed |
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4:35 |
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| 11 |
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'Tis a custom in the afternoon |
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5:37 |
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| 12 |
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I have made you mad |
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4:16 |
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| 13 |
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You do look, my son, in a moved sort |
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3:41 |
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| 14 |
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At last I left them |
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1:31 |
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| 15 |
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At this hour lie at my mercy |
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1:49 |
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| 16 |
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Ye elves |
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6:56 |
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| 17 |
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Behold, sir King |
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2:05 |
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| 18 |
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Sir, she is mortal |
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1:43 |
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| 19 |
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My tricksy spirit! |
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8:54 |
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| 20 |
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Coragio, bully-monster |
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5:51 |
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Total time |
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72:37 |
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