(after Heinrich Heine)
Where years pass much too quickly
as everything do change to dust
I want to tell you about my love,
where unending you do fit into my heart
and in a world of both heaven and hell,
where in longing people keep on searching
you are the one that do matter to me,
where just a glance binds me to you.
[Reference: "Ad Finem" by Heinrich Heine.]
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