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The Misanthrope.
A poem by
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AT first awhile sits he,
With calm, unruffled brow;
His features then I see,
Distorted hideously,
An owl's they might be now.
What is it, askest thou?
Is't love, or is't ennui?
'Tis both at once, I vow.
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