it ain't me, babe (!)

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Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart.
     Bob Dylan, It Ain't Me, Babe.

Thou shalt be free as mountain winds;
But then exactly do all points of my command.
     Prospero, Tempest, end of Act I.


Cyndia Sieden, Meredith Oakes, Thomas Adès, Royal Opera House, Covent Garden.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Full fadom fiue thy Father lies, Of his bones are Corrall made: Those are pearles that were his eies, Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a Sea-change Into something rich, & strange: Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.

     William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act I, Scene II, at Gutenberg.

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