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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Found
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ONCE through the forest

Alone I went;
To seek for nothing

My thoughts were bent.

I saw i` the shadow

A flower stand there
As stars it glisten`d,

As eyes `twas fair.

I sought to pluck it,—

It gently said:
"Shall I be gather`d

Only to fade?"

With all its roots

I dug it with care,
And took it home

To my garden fair.

In silent corner

Soon it was set;
There grows it ever,

There blooms it yet.
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