Hermann Hesse
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How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
How Heavy The Days, a poem by Hermann Hesse ( 1877-1962 )
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Kalaurie