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O del mio amato ben
Oh, lost enchantment of my dearly beloved! 
Far from my eyes is he 
who was, to me, glory and pride! 
Now through the empty rooms 
I always seek him and call him 
with a heart full of hopes? 
But I seek in vain, I call in vain! 
And the weeping is so dear to me, 
that with weeping alone I nourish my heart. 
It seems to me, without him, sad everywhere. 
The day seems like night to me; 
the fire seems cold to me. 
If, however, I sometimes hope 
to give myself to another cure, 
one thought alone torments me: 
But without him, what shall I do? 
To me, life seems a vain thing 
without my beloved. 
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