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A shepherd sings beneath a dark sky 
which gradually brightens towards dawn 
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The sighs that I sigh for you, are as numerous...
  
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as the leaves that are blown by the wind.
  
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You spurn me and fill me with despair.
  
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My golden flame, you will cause my death.
  
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