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Rachmaninoff - Piano Concerto No. 3 (Martha Argerich) Google is the blog provider and should have posted an advisory concerning 'cookies', please be advised that Google does use 'cookies'
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Diane: You Were Sweeter Than Wine
"Child of My love, lean hard, And let Me feel the pressure of thy care; I know thy burden, child. I shaped it; Poised it in Mine Own hand; made no proportion In its weight to thine unaided strength, For even as I laid it on, I said, 'I shall be near, and while she leans on Me, This burden shall be Mine, not hers; So shall I keep My child within the circling arms Of My Own love.' Here lay it down, nor fear To impose it on a shoulder which upholds the government of worlds. Yet closer come: Thou art not near enough. I would embrace thy care; So I might feel My child reposing on My breast. Thou lovest Me? I knew it. Doubt not then; But Loving Me, lean hard." From Streams In The Desert Google is the blog provider and should have posted an advisory concerning 'cookies', please be advised that Google does use 'cookies'