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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Hatem
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Locks of brown, still bind your captive
  In the circle of her face!
  I, beloved sinuous tresses,
  Naught possess that`s worth your grace—

  But a heart whose love enduring
  Swells in youthful fervor yet:
  Snow and mists envelop Etna,
  Making men the fire forget.

  Yonder mountain`s pride so stately
  Thou dost shame like dawn`s red glow;
  And its spell once more bids Hatem
  Thrill of spring and summer know.

  Once more fill the glass, the flagon!
  Let me drink to my desire.
  If she find a heap of ashes,
  Say, "He perished in her fire!"
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