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SEPARATION
Let us not strive, the world at least is wide;
This way and that our different paths divide,
Perhaps to meet upon the further side.
This way and that our different paths divide,
Perhaps to meet upon the further side.
We must not strive; friends cannot change to foes;
Oh yes, we love; albeit winter snows
Cover the flowers, the flowers are there, God knows.
Oh yes, we love; albeit winter snows
Cover the flowers, the flowers are there, God knows.
And yet I would it had been any one
Only not thou, O my companion,
My guide, mine own familiar friend, mine own!
Only not thou, O my companion,
My guide, mine own familiar friend, mine own!
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