Statt dich Andern zu vertrauen,
Schreibe mir in bösen Stunden,
Dich zu schauen,
Sei's in Rosen, sei's in Wunden,
Und umwunden,
Sei's von Armen, sei's von Schlangen,
Nähret Ferne mein Verlangen.
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