William Shakespeare feat. Joseph Fiennes
be not afeard the isle is full of noises the tempest act iii scene ii
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Be not afeard
The isle is full of noises
Sounds and sweet airs
That give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand
Twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears
And sometimes voices
That, if I then had waked
After long sleep
Will make me sleep again
And then, in dreaming
The clouds methought would open
And show riches
Ready to drop upon me that
When I waked
I cried to dream again