Ah, since I have seen him, I believe I'm blind. Where I glance, forever Him alone I find. Evermore his image In my waking dreams, Through the deepest darkness Bright and joyous gleams. Colourless and dreary All is on my way! And I feel so weary When my sisters play. I would fain be weeping, In my room confined; Ah, since I have seen him, I believe I'm blind.
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