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l'alba era verde mela
dove io trovili
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
del sole né stelle
molto bene, voi liberali
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
qui si trova una signora la piů bella
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
sono vecchio e cieco
travails della terra
metŕ di piaceri e palazzi benchč possiamo vagare
ora
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?

 



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