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LEONORA.
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EONORA, Leonora!The chill drifts of winter thy bosom encumber; The shrill tempest beats at the door of thy tomb:Arise, O my love, from the silence of slumber, Smile forth, and the glad world in roses will bloom! Leonora, Leonora!White soul of my bride, shall I lure thee in vain? Draw near in the light of thy snowy array;Sweet singer, breathe softly thine olden refrain:"Let the seasons roll on, let the moons wax and wane, But Love shall not perish, nor wither away."
EONORA, Leonora!The chill drifts of winter thy bosom encumber; The shrill tempest beats at the door of thy tomb:Arise, O my love, from the silence of slumber, Smile forth, and the glad world in roses will bloom! Leonora, Leonora!White soul of my bride, shall I lure thee in vain? Draw near in the light of thy snowy array;Sweet singer, breathe softly thine olden refrain:"Let the seasons roll on, let the moons wax and wane, But Love shall not perish, nor wither away."II. Leonora, Leonora,The rushing winds thrill with the voice of my pleading:
