What feeling comes o’er me that warms my cold heart?
Wreteched, lone, imprisoned, at my own shade I start.
Oh, vision of brightness! why com’st thou to me? Behold! ‘tis an angel from Heaven I see.
T’is thou, my Leonora - Oh, thou comest to shatter my chain: Thou, only canst cheer me to life…. back again.]
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