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THE BLISS OF SORROW

NEVER dry, never dry,

Tears that eternal love sheddeth!
How dreary, how dead doth the world still appear,
When only half-dried on the eye is the tear!

Never dry, never dry,

Tears that unhappy love sheddeth!

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Poem THE BLISS OF SORROW - Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe