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My heart is sore oppressed and swelling,
Yearning for days that once have been;
Then was the world a goodly dwelling,
And people's lives flowed on serene.

Now all things from their course are driven;
Pressure and want on every side;
The Lord has passed away from Heaven,
Below the Devil too has died.

And grim looks every sight and thing too,
Perverse and chill, below, above;
And nothing would be left to cling to,
Were there not just a little Love.
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Heinrich Heine
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