I
In the west the sun departing
Leaves the weary day asleep,
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I
In the sky the sun is failing,
And the weary day would sleep,
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Passing lovely was the night,
Silver clouds flew o'er us,
Spring, methought, with splendor dight
Led the happy chorus.
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Three gipsy men I saw one day
Stretched out on the grass together,
As wearily o'er the sandy way
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His sweet rose here oversea
I must gather sadly;
Which, beloved, unto thee
I would bring how gladly!
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Ich wandre fort ins ferne Land;
Noch einmal blickt' ich um , bewegt,
Und sah, wie sie den Mund geregt
Und wie gewinket ihre Hand.
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Diese Rose pflück ich hier,
In der fremden Ferne;
Liebes Mädchen, dir, ach dir
Brächt ich sie so gerne!
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'Möchte wieder in die Gegend,
Wo ich einst so selig war,
Wo ich lebte, wo ich träumte
Meiner Jugend schönstes Jahr!'
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Sleepless night, the rushing rain,
While my heart with ceaseless pain
Hears the mournful past subsiding
Or the uncertain future striding.
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