Sweeter than Roses, or cool Evening's breeze,
On a warm Flowery Shore,
Was the dear Kiss, first trembling made me freeze,
Then shot like Fire all o're;
What Magick has Victorious love!
For all I touch, or see,
Since that dear kiss, I hourly prove,
All, all is Love to me.
Mozart: Serenade for Winds No. 12 in C Minor, K. 388 "Nachtmusik": III. (b) Trio in canone al roverscio
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