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Deserted anew,
O Where can I find you this endless night?
No news from you,
My scented chamber closed tight,
My eyebrows knit.
The moon about to set,
How can I bear to think of it?
I loathe this lonely coverlet.
If you exchanged your heart for mine,
You could divine
How deep for you I pine!