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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - After-Sensat
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WHEN the vine again is blowing,

Then the wine moves in the cask;
When the rose again is glowing,

      Wherefore should I feel oppress`d?

Down my cheeks run tears all-burning,

If I do, or leave my task;
I but feel a speechless yearning,

      That pervades my inmost breast.

But at length I see the reason,

When the question I would ask:
`Twas in such a beauteous season,

      Doris glowed to make me blest!
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