The Bliss Of Sorrow Poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The Bliss Of Sorrow
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NEVER dry, never dry,
Tears that eternal love sheddeth!
How dreary, how dead doth the world still appear,
When only half-dried on the eye is the tear!
Never dry, never dry,
Tears that unhappy love sheddeth!
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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