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You Hour! From me you ever take your flight, / Your swift wings wound me as they whir along; / Without you void would be my day and night, / Without you I'll not capture my great song.
I have no earthly spot where I can live, / I have no love, I have no household fane, / And all the things to which myself I give / Impoverish me with richness they attain.