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Having reached the tomb where heaven prescribedthe sorrowful prison of her ardent spirithis face deprived of color warmth and movementalready of cold marble he gazed on its marble.At last giving forth a stream of tearshe uttered afaint alas and said;O stone most beloved most bitter thatholds within my flames and without my weeping;
dal 3 Libro delle villanelle a 3 voci 1587
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