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THE SECRET by HEINRICH HEINE

First Line: WE SIGH NOT, AND THE EYE'S NOT MOISTEN'D
Last Line: TO WHICH I NEVER UTT'RANCE GAVE.
Subject(s): SECRETS;
WE sigh not, and the eye's not moisten'd,
We laugh at times, we often smile;
In not a look, in not a gesture
The secret comes to light the while.

Deep in our bleeding spirit hidden,
It lies in silent misery;
If in our wild heart it finds language,
The mouth's still closed convulsively.

Ask of the suckling in the cradle,
Ask of the dead man in the grave;
They may perchance disclose the secret
To which I never utt'rance gave.



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