Hör' ich das Liedchen klingen
My Beloved used to sing a Song
Dichterliebe A Poet's Love
Heine
My beloved used to sing a song,
Now I hear that song again
And feel as if I would explode,
Such agony is the pain.
I rush away, up through the wood,
Driven by some strange desire.
I stop and shed the flood of tears
That quench the searing fire.
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