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Thunder! And the whole wood roaring with a vast gale — streams of beating rain!
Night, with sleep-bearing wings, girdled around with awful clouds, darkens the blind earth.
But, conquered by the strength of cruel Venus, I come to keep a vigil at my lady's door. Winter rages; the gale rages overhead; but more fiercely Love rages in my heart.
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