OLGA 'Nel cour piu non mi sento'
Elke Andreas Boon
2011-02-08
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Why feels my heart so dormant. No fire of youth divine? Thou cause of all my torment.O Love, the fault is thine!
He teases me, he pinches me. He squeezes me, he wrenches me. What tortures I must bear!
Have done, Have done, Have done! Thou, Love, art surely one, will drive me to despair
He teases me, he pinches me. He squeezes me, he wrenches me. What tortures I must bear!
Have done, Have done, Have done! Thou, Love, art surely one, will drive me to despair
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