WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;
He died of nothing by mere chance was slain.
But is he really dead? oh, that I cannot prove:
A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.
Apparent Death.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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