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At the foot of the hill where beauty's garment

‘ A pie' de' colli ove la bella vesta'

At the foot of the hill where beauty's garment
first clothed that lady with earthly members,
who has often sent wakefulness to him,
who sends us to you, out of melancholy sleep,
we passed by freely in peace through this
mortal life, that all creatures yearn for,
without suspicion of finding, on the way,
anything that would trouble our going.

But in the miserable state where we are
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