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NEW SPRING: 12 by HEINRICH HEINE

First Line: AH! I YEARN FOR TEARS ALL-BURNING
Last Line: INTO MY SCARCE HEALED BREAST.
Subject(s): LOVE; TEARS;
AH! I yearn for tears all-burning,
Tears of love and gentle woe,
And I tremble lest this yearning
At the last should overflow.

Ah! love's pangs, that sweetly languish,
And love's bitter joy, so blest,
Creep again, with heavenly anguish,
Into my scarce healed breast.



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