snopuǝɯǝɹʇ sɐʍ ʎɐpoʇ
i think i blew a fuse
claudio monteverdi's l'orfeo
SYLVIA: In a flowery meadow with her other companions she went picking flowers to make a garland for her hair, when a deceitful serpent that was hidden in the grass, bit her foot with poisoned fang. And lo immediately her fair face grew pale and in her eyes that light that outshone the sun grew dim. Then we all, appalled and sorrowing, gathered round her, trying to recall her spirits that grew...
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