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He who for the first time loves,Albeit hopeless, is a god.
But for him whose love is hopeless,
Once again—he is a fool.
I am such a fool, and hopeless
Love once more, no true love winning;
Sun and moon and stars are laughing,
I am laughing too—and dying.EnglishHeinrich Heinelove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems
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