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I'll be seeing you

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  Canción de Sammy Fain (  Love is a many splendored thing  ) y letra de Irving Kahal de 1938, incluida en el musical de Broadway Right This Way . También la elegante versión instrumental de Jackie Gleason Letra I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through In that small cafe The park across the way The children's carousel The chestnut trees The wishing well I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day In everything that's light and gay I'll always think of you that way I'll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you

Andante de la Sonata nº 4, de Mondonville

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  Aria nº 2, Andante gratioso de la Sonata No. 4 (de sus Seis sonates opus 3)  de Jean-Joseph Cassanéa de Mondonville, de 1734.

You don't know me

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  Canción de de Eddy Arnold  y Cindy Walker de 1967 Versión de Eddy Arnold

Preludio nº 4, de Scriabin.

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  Brevísimo Preludio nº 4 Op 16 de Alexander Scriabin de 1894.

Adagio de la Sonata para violin No. 3 BWV 1005, de JS Bach

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   Adagio de la Sonata para violín en do mayor, BWV 1005,  de Johann Sebastian Bach de 1720, en su versión al piano. A continuación, la original al violín

Milonga

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  Milonga del compositor argentino Jorge Cardoso, de 2005

Bird on a wire

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  Canción escrita por  Leonard Cohen de 1968  Letra Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee If I, if I have been unkind I hope that you can just let it go by If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you Oh, like a baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me, "You must not ask for so much" And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh, like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free