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Deh vieni alla finestra, o mio tesoro,
Deh, vieni a consolar il pianto mio.
Se neghi a me di dar qualche ristoro,
Davanti agli occhi tuoi morir vogl’io!
Tu ch’hai la bocca dolce più del miele,
Tu che il zucchero porti in mezzo al core!
Non esser, gioia mia, con me crudele!
Lasciati almen veder, mio bell’amore!
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Oh
please, come to the window, my sweetest treasure,
Oh please, come to console my plaintive crying.
If you refuse to give me any pleasure,
In front of your own eyes you’ll see me dying!
You with the mouth that’s sweeter far than honey,
You with sugar inside your very being!
Don’t be so mean to me, my lovely bunny!
Give me some joy, my love, if only in seeing!
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