That after a thousand conflicts between
love and friendship,
I have lived a whole day.
You with all the charms of blooming youth,
You with all the attractions of heavenly beauty,
I found my soul agitated with a thousand different passions,
all but unstoppable, all mad and raving;
Sometimes, I threw myself with fury on the ground,
and pressed my panting heart to the earth,
then rise with rage and tear my heart,
Hardly spare to remember,
that first face that taught me to love.
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