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Lyrics of Love and Laughter

And never more shall leaves come forth
On a bough that bears the ban;
I am burned with dread, I am dried and dead,
From the curse of a guiltless man.

And ever the judge rides by, rides by,
And goes to hunt the deer,
And ever another rides his soul 
In the guise of a mortal fear. 

And ever the man he rides me hard, 
and never a night stays he;
For I feel his curse as a haunted bough,
On the trunk of a haunted tree.


WELTSCHMERTZ.

YOU ask why I am sad to-day,
I have no cares, no griefs, you say?
Ah, yes, 't is true, I have no grief-
But- is there not the falling leaf?

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