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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - To The Golden Heart That He Wore Around His Neck
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OH thou token loved of joys now perish`d

That I still wear from my neck suspended,
Art thou stronger than our spirit-bond so cherish`d?

Or canst thou prolong love`s days untimely ended?

Lily, I fly from thee! I still am doom`d to range
Thro` countries strange,

Thro` distant vales and woods, link`d on to thee!
Ah, Lily`s heart could surely never fall

So soon away from me!

As when a bird hath broken from his thrall,

And seeks the forest green,
Proof of imprisonment he bears behind him,
A morsel of the thread once used to bind him;

The free-born bird of old no more is seen,

For he another`s prey hath been.
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