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I. “Bianca, Bella, Buona, Beata.”
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I. “Bianca, Bella, Buona, Beata.”
Blanche the beautiful,
Blanche the good and blest,
Under the cypress trees
Lies far off at rest.
Oh, the weary years!
Oh, the bitter tears!
For Blanche the beautiful,
The good and blest.
Blanche the good and blest,
Under the cypress trees
Lies far off at rest.
Oh, the weary years!
Oh, the bitter tears!
For Blanche the beautiful,
The good and blest.
When Italian night
Falls on her white tomb,
And in starry dance
Fireflies thread the gloom,
Over land and sea
Back she comes to me,
Me drearily asleep
In my sad room.
Falls on her white tomb,
And in starry dance
Fireflies thread the gloom,
Over land and sea
Back she comes to me,
Me drearily asleep
In my sad room.
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Smiling, speaking low,
Tenderly carest,
Through the house she glides,
Like a sweet new guest.
But I wake in pain,
And she dies again,
Blanche the beautiful,
The good and blest.
Tenderly carest,
Through the house she glides,
Like a sweet new guest.
But I wake in pain,
And she dies again,
Blanche the beautiful,
The good and blest.
L.
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