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La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente

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MY limbs are wasted with a flame,
My feet are sore with travelling,
For calling on my Lady's name
My lips have now forgot to sing.

O Linnet in the wild-rose brake
Strain for my Love thy melody,
O Lark sing louder for love's sake,
My gentle Lady passeth by.
She is too fair for any man
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Fabrizio Frosini 17 May 2016
La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente - the beautiful woman in my mind
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