Sicilian Song
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?
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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