Dagli alti monti e d'una gran ruina,
ascoso e circunscritto d'un gran sasso,
discesi a discoprirmi in questo basso,
contr'a mie voglia, in tal lapedicina.
Quand'el sol nacqui, e da chi il ciel destina,
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