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Cara mia! Daylight dieth; 
Stars are gleaming in the sky; 
Gently now the night-breeze sigheth, 
Bearing each low word on high; 
Cara mia! Cara mia! 
Cara mia! Sorrow cometh, 
With the darkness o’er my heart, 
Though assured where’er it roameth, 
Love for thee can ne’er depart; 
Cara mia! Cara mia! 
Cara mia! Night advanceth; 
See, the moon has sought the West, 
While upon the wave-top danceth, 
Each pale beam that sinks to rest; 
Cara mia! Cara mia! 
