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the st ti i ca o&039;er the oor

the st ti i ca o&039;er the oor,

and left aria&039;s dwellg,

what throes, what tortures passg cure,

were y bo swellg:

nden&039;d to see y rival&039;s reign,

while i secret nguish;

to feel a fire every ve,

yet dare not speak y anguish

love&039;s veriest wretch, despairg, i

fa, fa, y cri would ver;

th&039; unweetg groan, the burstg sigh,

betray the guilty lover

i know y doo t be despair,

thou wilt nor canst relieve ;

but oh, aria, hear y prayer,

for pity&039;s sake five !

the ic of thy tongue i heard,

nor wist while it ensv&039;d ;

i saw the eyes, yet nothg fear&039;d,

till fear no ore had sav&039;d :

the unwary sailor th, aghast,

the wheelg torrent vieg,

&039;id circlg horrors yields at st

to overwhelg ru