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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - To The Distant One
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AND have I lost thee evermore?

Hast thou, oh fair one, from me flown?
Still in mine ear sounds, as of yore,

Thine ev`ry word, thine ev`ry tone.

As when at morn the wand`rer`s eye

Attempts to pierce the air in vain,
When, hidden in the azure sky,

The lark high o`er him chaunts his strain:

So do I cast my troubled gaze

Through bush, through forest, o`er the lea;
Thou art invoked by all my lays;

Oh, come then, loved one, back to me!
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