Song: My Spirit Like A Shepherd Boy
"Convalescente di squisiti mali" My spirit like a shepherd boy Goes dancing down the lane. When all the world is young with joy Must I lie here in pain? With shepherd's pipe my spirit fled And cloven foot of Pan; The mortal bondage he has shed And shackling yoke of man. And though he leave me cold and mute, A traitor to his care, I smile to hear his honeyed flute Hang on the scented air.
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