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No more dread now; my pain is confirmed, anxiety, real as my beloved is gone forever. No more uncertainty, useless longings the world's beauty is too unimportant to lift a great weight off a wretched heart. Memory, sadness, a burning within makes my face wetter and my breath hotter as my anguish ought to match his courage; he can't be dead in the earth or with God as his strength delighted men and angels: he's here like the sunlight, there as a god. |
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Notes: From B A2:10:60. MS Bo. A madrigal. Key |