Sicilian Song

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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YE black and roguish eyes,

If ye command.
Each house in ruins lies,

No town can stand.
And shall my bosom's chain,--

This plaster wall,
To think one moment, deign,--

Shall I not fall?

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