Der Doppelgänger
The Double
Heine
The night is still, the streets are at rest,
And here is the house of the girl I loved best.
She's long left town and hasn't been seen,
But the house is still here where it's always been.
Someone is out there staring up into space,
Wringing his hands in sheer agony.
I shudder with horror when I see into his face
For the moonlight reveals the living image of me.
You counterfeit, you bloodless fellow,
Why do you mimic the throes of a passion
That afflicted me here with such sorrow
Night after night in times that have gone?
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