jon english & london symphony orchestra – overture lyrics
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[?, spoken]
but there is something you must not reproach me for
the gift i have from golden aphrodite
the precious gifts that the gods lavish on a man, unasked
are not to be despise
even though he might not choose them if he had the chance
[chorus]
in an age of myth and fable
long before kings were born in stables
those who caught gifts from the divine
would suffer to find the simple truth
that the dreams of a youth
set the wheel of fate in motion
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