My breast grew helplessly cold, But my steps were light. I pulled the glove from my left hand Mistakenly onto my right. It seemed there were so many steps, But I knew there were only three! Amidst the maples an autumn whisper Pleaded: "Die with me! I`m led astray by evil Fate, so black and so untrue." I answered: "I, too, dear one! I, too, will die with you…" This is a song of the final meeting. I glanced at the house`s dark frame. Only bedroom candles burning With an indifferent yellow flame.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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