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You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;tThey called me the hyacinth girl.’t —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,t Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could nott Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neithert Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,t Looking into the heart of light, the silence.t Od’ und leer das Meer.
