Goethe Translated Harfenspieler
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Who never ate his bread with tears
and never cried through sleepless nights
he cannot know you, gods and fears.
You place us here, from Heaven's heights
and then entice the poor to sin,
abandoning him in his pain,
all that he carries deep within.
Yet vengeance always comes again.
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