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I have loved thee, still love thee, and evermore
Amid a world's undoing,
The flames of my love for thee shall soar
From out the shattered ruin.

And after I have loved thee so,
When my death-hour is near me,
I shall bear with me to the grave below
The deep love-wounds that sear me.
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Heinrich Heine
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