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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Proximity Of The Beloved One
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I THINK of thee, whene`er the sun his beams

  O`er ocean flings;
I think  of thee, whene`er the moonlight gleams

  In silv`ry springs.

I see thee, when upon the distant ridge

  The dust awakes;
At midnight`s hour, when on the fragile bridge

  The wanderer quakes.

I hear thee, when yon billows rise on high,

  With murmur deep.
To tread the silent grove oft wander I,

  When all`s asleep.

I`m near thee, though thou far away mayst be—

  Thou, too, art near!
The sun then sets, the stars soon lighten me.

  Would thou wert here!
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