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Heinrich Heine - The Tear
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The latest light of evening
Upon the waters shone, 
And still we sat in the lonely hut, 
In silence and alone.

The sea-fog grew, the screaming mew
Rose on the water`s swell, 
And silently in her gentle eye
Gathered the tears and fell
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I saw them stand on the lily hand,
Upon my knee I sank, 
And, kneeling there, from her fingers fair
The precious dew I drank.

And sense and power, since that sad hour,
In longing waste away ; 
Ah me ! I fear, in each witching tear 
Some subtile poison lay.
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