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Εσπερε παντα φερεις
Gone from mine eyes her eyes,
Her kisses from my lips;
I wake to empty skies,
And mourn the stars' eclipse.
Her kisses from my lips;
I wake to empty skies,
And mourn the stars' eclipse.
How vacant is the light!
How lone the crowded streets!
Come eve! come love! come night,
With all thy stars and sweets!
How lone the crowded streets!
Come eve! come love! come night,
With all thy stars and sweets!
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