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GRETCHEN TO GOETHE.
‘Nicht küssen, es ist so rauh, aber lieben, wo's möglich ist.’
Nay, unhand me, gentle stranger;
For my stainless maidenhood
Bodes me some unproven danger
From a kiss abrupt and rude.
For my stainless maidenhood
Bodes me some unproven danger
From a kiss abrupt and rude.
Well I know thou'rt far above me;
Genius gives thee rank divine;
But if thou wilt purely love me,
All my grateful heart is thine.
Genius gives thee rank divine;
But if thou wilt purely love me,
All my grateful heart is thine.
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