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Ma la fede degli Amanti È come l'Araba fenice; Che vi sia, ciaschun' lo dice. Ma dove sia, nessun lo sa. METASTASIO. Meanwhile Lady Lodore had been enduring the worst miseries of ill-fate
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Ma la fede degli Amanti È come l'Araba fenice; Che vi sia, ciaschun' lo dice. Ma dove sia, nessun lo sa. METASTASIO. Meanwhile Lady Lodore had been enduring the worst miseries of ill-fate
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