So have I truly lost you?Have you, o fair one, fled from me?Yet still I can hear in my accustomed ea
So have I truly lost you?Have you, o fair one, fled from me?Yet still I can hear in my accustomed earsEvery word, every tone of your voice.Just as the wanderer’s gaze in the morningSearchingly pierces the heavens in vainWhen, concealed in the blue expanseHigh above, the lark sings to him:So does my gaze anxiously search here and there,Through field and bush and forest,Singing to you through all my songs,O come, my darling, back to me!Johann Wolfgang von Goethe -- source link
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