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Oh horror of darkness that enfolds me, unspeakable visitant,  resistless, sped by a wind too favorable! Oh, me! and once again, Oh, me! How my soul is pierced by the stab of these goads and by the memory of sorrows! Chorus
No wonder that amidst these woes  you mourn and bear a double pain.
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