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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - The Farewell
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LET mine eye the farewell say,

That my lips can utter ne`er;
Fain I`d be a man to-day,

Yet `tis hard, oh, hard to bear!

Mournful in an hour like this

Is love`s sweetest pledge, I ween;
Cold upon thy mouth the kiss,

Faint thy fingers` pressure e`en.

Oh what rapture to my heart

Used each stolen kiss to bring!
As the violets joy impart,

Gather`d in the early spring.

Now no garlands I entwine,

Now no roses pluck. for thee,
Though `tis springtime, Fanny mine,

Dreary autumn `tis to me!
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