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Слушать(AI)Happiness And Vision
ER at the altar
In vision oft were seen by thee,
Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.
Oft from thy mouth full many a
In an unguarded hour of blissI then would steal, while none were by.
The purest rapture we then knew,
The joy those happy hours gave too,
When tasted, fled, as time fleets on.
What now avails my joy to me?
Like dreams the warmest kisses flee,
Like kisses, soon all joys are gone.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (28 August 1749 – 22 March 1832) was a German writer and statesman. His works include: four novels; epic and lyric po
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