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Thou knowest I am living,
How can thy sleep be sound?
Old wrath revives and I sunder.
The bonds whereby I am bound.

Knowest thou the ancient ballad,
How a dead boy had power
To bear to his grave in the churchyard
His love at the midnight hour?

O child so wondrous lovely,
So wondrous sweet and fair:
I live, and am far stronger
Than ever dead men were!
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Heinrich Heine
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