Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Such slander imagined from my keyboard? Perish the thought!And indeed, gracious thanks; for the completions of those gems cinematographers hack to bits for the sake of "fitting" I often find most ædifying.
Dear Miss White, what a treat!La musica notturna di Madrid is one of the reasons I don't think I can ever visit that city, as there is a certainty that the reality of it will be no match for this musical impression.I introduced this to my delightful 18 month-old niece; she loves it and requests it when I go to visit. I plug in my iPod and we dance away and theatrically imagine the delicate street-scene unfolding before us. Magic.(actually it was that Crowe film which made me finally track down the Boccherini after I saw it in the cinema).
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