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With how sad steps You climb the skies ! |
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How silently, how pale Your face... |
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What may it be, that even in this place |
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that busy archer his arrows tries ? |
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Liebe verendet zu Staub und verlabt mich |
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Mein Geist, er schaut auf zu den hoheren |
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Zielen und reichert fur mich Unvergangliches |
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an, Vergangliches bringt mir nur |
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endliche Freuden |
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Leave me, oh love, which reachest but to dust |
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And You, my mind, aspire to higher things |
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Grow rich in that which never takes rust |
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What ever fades but fading pleasure brings |
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Verbreite die Strahlen, gib' mir Deine Macht, |
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die die Wolken besiegt und das Licht mir bewegt |
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durch den Fruhling des goldnen belebenden Blickes |
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Ich suche den Weg in der Dammerung schwer |
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And let the day be time enough to mourn |
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Let walking eyes suffice to vail their scorn |
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The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth |
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Without the torment of the night's untruth |
