Somebody
else is happy with her
She
gave her heart to another
For
me, who is so fond of her
Only
despair arose for me
As relief for my torture
When I find no way [out]
I will make rest for my soul
I will carry my sorrow to the grave
O
Klara! Remember now
When
you stand over my tomb
That
boyfriend in that grave
To
whom you were so loving
Now
crushed by a stone
Your
pity superfluous in the silence
Cold
and deaf forever
For A Memory
Our
youthful years will pass
The
future is for us unknown
Even
if it were the end of the world
You
will always be my beloved
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