Drink to me only with thine eyes and I will pledge with mine;
or leave a kiss within the cup and I'll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise doth ask a drink divine,
but might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine.
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Agenda werkplaats
27 september 2026
Zingen
Koor op school
11 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Ukelele spelen
25 oktober 2026
Zingen
Koordag
29 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Bamboefluit bouwen
1 november 2026
Dans & beweging
Bewegend zingen met kleuters
8 november 2026
Zingen
Zingen met je klas
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I sent thee late a rosy wreath, not so much honouring thee,
as giving it a hope that there it could not withered be;
but thou thereon didst only breathe and sent'st it back to me.
Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee!
as giving it a hope that there it could not withered be;
but thou thereon didst only breathe and sent'st it back to me.
Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee!