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CONSOLATION by THEODOR STORM

First Line: LET COME TO ME WHATEVER MAY
Last Line: THE FUTURE'S FROWN I DO NOT SEE.
Let come to me whatever may,
While you are with me it is day.

Though in the world I wander far,
My home is ever—where you are.

Your face is all in all to me,
The future's frown I do not see.


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