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This is a video of me singing O del mio amato ben for my high school vocal senior thesis. It was written by Stefano Donaudy. Here is a translation:

O thou, my most belov'd enchantment, lost!



O thou, my most belov'd enchantment, lost!
From out my sight art thou so far remov'd
Who was my glory and my pride!
Now through these silent rooms
I ever seek and call for him aloud,
Yet with my heart still full of hope.
But I seek in vain, I call in vain!

And yet this weeping is to me so dear,
For only tears remain
To feed the heart.

To me it seems, without him,
That sadness looms here all about.
The night, to me it seems, becomes the day;
And to me frost, it seems, arises out of fire.
Though yet I still might hope
To take some other cure,
I'm tormented by one thought alone:
"Without him, what can I do?"

To me life seems but vanity
Ever thus, without my love.