Sicilian Song.

A poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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,Ä
To think one moment, deign,

Shall ii not fall?

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