"If music be the food of love,
sing on till I'm filled with joy.
For then my listening soul you move,
to pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare,
that you're music everywhere."
sing on till I'm filled with joy.
For then my listening soul you move,
to pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare,
that you're music everywhere."
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