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CANZONET.
I AM alone, my own love!Thou art not near me now:
Yet in my dreams it seems, love!
At thy dear feet I bow.
Still thou art brought, in thought, love!
Close to my yearning heart:
Still on thy breast I rest, love!
Even when far thou art.
'Tis my soul meets and greets, love!
Thine, as it floats to me:
Dost thou not feel it steal, love!
Softly a-near to thee?
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