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Ah, again the eyes which ever
Smiled a welcome sweet, I see!
And again the lips which ever
Made all life seem sweet to me!

'Tis again the voice which ever
I was wont to hear so gladly!
Only I am changed—returning
To my home, I enter sadly.

With her fair white arms about me
Close and lovingly entwining,
I am lying on her bosom,
Weary-hearted and repining.
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Heinrich Heine
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