You appear to me to be all love,
my gaze met her;
so beautiful that my heart,
anxious, flies to her;
she wounded me, she fell in love with me
that angelic beauty,
sculpted in the heart by love
cannot be erased:
the thought of being able to
palpitate with her with love,
the martyrdom can soothe
which exhausts and torments my heart.
You appear to me to be all love,
my gaze met you; br/>anxious I fly to her;
Marta, Marta you disappeared
and my heart went away with yours!
You kidnapped me from peace,
I will die of pain.

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