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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - From "Wilhelm Meister`s Apprenticeship" - Book IV, Chap. XI
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My grief no mortals know,


Except the yearning!
Alone, a prey to woe,

All pleasure spurning,
Up tow`rds the sky I throw

A gaze discerning.

He who my love can know

Seems ne`er returning;
With strange and fiery glow

My heart is burning.
My grief no mortals know,

Except the yearning!
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