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Heinrich Heine - Losses
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Youth is leaving me; but daily
By new courage it`s replaced ;
And my bold arm circles gaily
Many a young and slender waist. 

Some were shocked and others pouted;
Some grew wroth—but none denied. 
Flattery has always routed
Lovely shame and stubborn pride.

Yet the best is gone. Too late, I`d
Give my soul for it, in truth.
Can it be the blundering, great-eyed,
Sweet stupidity of youth?
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