Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832 / Frankfurt am Main)
WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.
But is he really dead?--oh, that I cannot prove:
A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.
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