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With you are my thoughts,
and they flutter around you.
They say they are homesick;
they will suffer being here no more.
With you are my thoughts
and they do not wish to leave;
they say that in all the world, it is
the most beautiful place.
They say that you hold them inextricably,
your magic keeping them captive;
they have, by your glances,
burned up their wings.

-----Friedrich  Halm-----