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What means this lonely tear-drop
That so bedims my gaze?
Ah, in mine eye it lingers
From the long vanished days.

They all have vanished from her,
Her glistening sisters fair;
With all my joys and torments,
Vanished in night and air!

They too, like mists have vanished,
Those star-like eyes of blue,
Which smiled into my bosom
Those joys, those torments too.

Alas! all love has vanished
From me like idle breath!
Poor tear, thou lone, sad relic,
Vanish thou, too, in death.
Author of original: 
Heinrich Heine
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