Love her, Angelo;
I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue.
Love her, Angelo;
I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue.
'T was whispered in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.
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