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Why art thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve, / Here at my feet, thy dear head on my breast, / I heard thee say thy heart would no more grieve / Or feel the olden ennui and unrest.
What troubles thee? Am I not all thine own? -- / I, so long sought, so sighed for and so dear? / And do I not live but for thee alone? / "_Thou hast seen Lippo, whom I loved last year_!"