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Wir müssen zugleich uns betrüben

We laugh and we are troubled
Whene'er our fingers touch,
That hearts can love so greatly
And minds can doubt so much.

Do you not feel, my darling,
My heart beat through the gloom?
She nods her head, and murmurs,
" It beats — God knows for whom! "
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