O Del Mio Dolce Ardor

From Paride Ed Helena
My dreams are the aura off the air you breathe.
The object of my ardor fuels my desire.
Everywhere I look, every way I turn;
burns a painting of my feelings
brushed from how I yearn.
My lungs reverb my hopes with sighs;
seeking you with calling cries!

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Beautifully sung, Andrew.