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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - First Loss
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AH! who`ll e`er those days restore,

Those bright days of early love
Who`ll one hour again concede,

Of that time so fondly cherish`d!
Silently my wounds I feed,
And with wailing evermore

Sorrow o`er each joy now perish`d.
Ah! who`ll e`er the days restore

Of that time so fondly cherish`d.
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