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〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOng have I liv'd from Pas—sion free, of Love the charming De—i—ty; 'till conqu'ring Beau—ty, Oh hard Fate! hath made me yield to a restless State: With wan-de-ring Thoughts my Heart's opprest, Day brings no Comfort, Night no Rest.
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 LOng have I liv'd from Pas—sion free, of Love the charming De—i—ty; 'till conqu'ring Beau—ty, Oh hard Fate! hath made me yield to a restless State: With wan-de-ring Thoughts my Heart's opprest, Day brings no Comfort, Night no Rest.