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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - From Faust - V. Margaret At Her Spinning-Wheel
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MY heart is sad,

My peace is o`er;
I find it never

And nevermore.

When gone is he,
The grave I see;
The world`s wide all
Is turned to gall.

Alas, my head

Is well-nigh crazed;
My feeble mind

Is sore amazed.

My heart is sad,

My peace is o`er;
I find it never

And nevermore.

For him from the window

Alone I spy;
For him alone

From home go I.

His lofty step,

His noble form,
His mouth`s sweet smile,

His glances warm,

His voice so fraught

With magic bliss,
His hand`s soft pressure,

And, ah, his kiss!

My heart is sad,

My peace is o`er;
I find it never

And nevermore.

My bosom yearns

For his form so fair;
Ah, could I clasp him

And hold him there!

My kisses sweet

Should stop his breath,
And `neath his kisses

I`d sink in death!
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