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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