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Sicilian Song.
by Johann Wolfgang von GoetheYe 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,'
To think one moment, deign,
Shall ii not fall?
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,'
To think one moment, deign,
Shall ii not fall?