Through The Darkness

We travelled alone in the darkness,
Posted the whole night through;
On each other's hearts we rested;
We laughed and jested, too.

But with the dawn of the morning,
My Child, how astonished were we;
For between us Love was sitting,
A passenger blind was he.
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Heinrich Heine
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