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I dreamed that our barn
Appeared to me all on fire,
I saw an Angel come out of it,
He was in a blue habit.
He presents me an orange;
I, I draw back a little.
He tells me to eat it;
I, I draw back a little.
He tells me to eat it;
The barn was all on fire;
I dreamed that, etc.
Go see what the weather is like; and if it is nice, bring me my horse, and take out the bird.
In vain I would want to banish
Her image, always present:
In my soul, too constant,
What charming illusion
Leaves a tender memory!
In my importunate memory
She presides over every instant of the day.
Happy, if by losing my fortune,
I had lost my love.
Let us think of it no more... ah, Clitie... ah Clitie,
I have consecrated my life to you.
In vain I would want to banish
Your image, always present;
What charming illusion
Leaves a tender memory!