With how sad steps you climb the skies
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How silently, how pale your face
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What may it be, that even in this place
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that busy archer his arrows tries?
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Leave me, on love, which reachest but to dust
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And you, my mind, aspire to higher things
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Grow rich in that which never takes ryst
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What ever fades but fading pleasure brings
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Verbreitte die Stahlen, gib'mir Deine Macht
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die die Wolken besiegt und dasLicht mir bewegt
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durch den Fruhling des goldnen belebenden Blickes
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Ich suche den Weg in der Dammerung schwer
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And let the day be time enough to mourn
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Let waking eyes suffice to vail their scorn
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The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth
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Without the torment of the night's untruth
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Night Mislead
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| Darkseed |
