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A moment will suffice to pay a year;
The longer regret can not nourish my fate.
What! Does not love have a fortunate hour
For that whose death it is perhaps?
An hour, an hour, love! An hour without alarms,
With him, far from the world! After this long torment,
Let our eyes and our tears mingle;
And if it's too much of an hour ... a moment! One moment !
Do you see these flowers, love? It is he who sends them,
Burning with his breath, moist with his tears;
Dry them on my breast with a ray of joy,
And let me live long enough to restore her flowers!
An hour, an hour, love! One hour without alarms,
With him, far from the world! After this long torment,
Let our eyes and our tears mingle;
And if it's too much of an hour ... a moment! One moment !
Give me the cherished sound of that faithful voice:
He loves me, he suffers, he dies, and you can cure him!
May I feel her hand, and say, "It is she!" "
Let him say:" I am dying! Then, make me die.
An hour, an hour, love! An hour without alarms,
With him, far from the world! After this long torment,
Let our eyes and our tears mingle;
And if it's too much of an hour ... a moment! One moment !
