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SAXAPHONE SEXTET
Ah, Cannot Sighs, Nor Tears
Cruel Behold My Heavy Ending
Draw On Sweet Night
Lady, When I Behold
Long Have I Made These Hills
Noel, Adieu Thou Court’s Delight
O Wretched Man
Softly, O Softly Drop Mine Eyes
Stay Corydon Thou Swain
Sweet Love, If Thou Wilt Gain
The Andalusian Merchant
The Lady Oriana
Thou Art But Young Thou Sayst
Thule, the Period of Cosmography
When Shall My Wretched Life
Why Dost Thou shoot