Heinrich Heine - AngeliqueHeinrich Heine - Angelique
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Although you hurried coldly past me,
Your eyes looked backward and askance;
Your lips were curiously parted,
Though stormy pride was in your glance.
Would I had never tried to hold you,
Nor seek your white and flowing train!
Would I had never found your footsteps,
Or seeking them, had sought in vain!
Now, all your pride and wildness vanished,
You are as tame as one could be;
Gentle, and sweet beyond endurance—
And, worse, you are in love with me!
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