Song | The Nightingale |
Artist | Miranda Sex Garden |
Album | Madra |
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the nightingale | |
so soon as april bringeth | |
unto her rested sense a perfect waking | |
while late bare earth | |
proud of new clothing springeth | |
sings out her woes a thorn her song book making | |
and mournfully bewailing | |
her throat in tunes expresseth | |
what grief her breast expresseth |