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Batti, batti, o bel Masetto, Zerlina's aria from Don Giovanni
Beat me, dear Masetto,
beat your poor Zerlina.
I'll stand here as meek as a lamb
and bear the blows you lay on me.
You can tear my hair out,
put out my eyes,
yet your dear hands
gladly I'll kiss.
Ah! I see you've no mind to:
let's make peace, dearest love!
In happiness and joy
let's pass our days and nights.
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