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We travelled alone in the gloomy
Post-carriage throughout the night;
On the other's heart each rested,
Hearts that were merry and light.

But as the day was dawning,
My child, how astounded we looked,
For between us sat Cupid—a traveller
For whom no place had been booked.
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Heinrich Heine
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