Apparent Death.

A poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;

He died of nothing by mere chance was slain.
But is he really dead? oh, that I cannot prove:

A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.

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