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Sehnsucht

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Concora

Published: Oct 28, 2012

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Literature Text

October again;
and the curtains billow
with broken glass echoes and
Mendelssohn's bride waltzing
to better times

(ein
zwei
drei)

She becomes the rain,
and breaks her own heart as the sound
drips
right through us.

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Sehnsucht
n. "The inconsolable longing in the human heart for we know not what."

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