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Friedrich Holderlin - To The Fates
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Grant me just one summer, powerful ones, 
   And just one autumn for ripe songs, 
     That my heart, filled with that sweet 
       Music, may more willingly die within me. 

The soul, denied its divine heritage in life, 
   Won`t find rest down in Hades either. 
     But if what is holy to me, the poem 
       That rests in my heart, succeeds — 

Then welcome, silent world of shadows! 
   I`ll be content, even though it`s not my own lyre 
      That leads me downwards.  Once I`ll have 
         Lived like the gods, and more isn`t necessary.
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