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FROM METASTASIO.
Dal suo gentil sembiante, &c.
'Twas from thy beauty first arose
My earliest love to thee;
And changeless, till my life shall close,
My constancy shall be.
My earliest love to thee;
And changeless, till my life shall close,
My constancy shall be.
Though beauty brighter than thine own,
To me a thought incline,
I know no joy but thee alone—
I see no charms but thine.
To me a thought incline,
I know no joy but thee alone—
I see no charms but thine.
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