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I know no grudge though my own heart should break,
Oh! my lost Love, no grudge for thy sweet sake.
Beam as thou wilt in all thy diamonds bright,
No beam can shine to cheer thy bosom's night.

I've known it long. I saw thee in my sleep,
And o'er thy heart night brooded dark and deep.
I saw the serpent gnawing at thy breast,
And knew thee of all women wretchedest.
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Heinrich Heine
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