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Carmen

AND all which I here have been singing,

It is your very own!

From your deep heart its music bringing

To sad chords of your sorrows ringing,

Winning for you the crown.

Yours were the thoughts forever ranging,

You made the folk-tales true.

In this earth-day of chance and changing,

Of lives unfolding, deaths estranging,

Look, Soul! there too are you.

Perchance, when Death shall bring sad leisure,

And these pale lips are dumb,

Then you my words may better measure,

And in my true love take new pleasure;

Then will my meaning come!