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I tread the ancient road again,
The well-known street I've taken;
And pause before my sweetheart's house,
'Tis empty, closed, forsaken.

In the street there's not e'en elbow-room!
The pavement's past all bearing!
The houses fall about my ears!
I'm off with speed unsparing!
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Heinrich Heine
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