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I went to the Garden of Love,
And I saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gounds were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
We love Wm. Blake!
Rebsie: voices
Daniel: voices, cello, recorder
And I saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gounds were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
We love Wm. Blake!
Rebsie: voices
Daniel: voices, cello, recorder
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Peter Bauckham
especially the beginning - the voices coupled with the cello are really spellbinding. I expect this will get even better with repeated listens.
Peter