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Emma, sage mir die Wahrheit

Emma, tell me, tell me truly:
Was it Love that made me foolish?
Or is Love itself the simple
Consequence of all my folly?

Oh, I'm troubled, darling Emma,
Troubled by my foolish passion,
Troubled by my passionate folly —
Most of all, by this dilemma.
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