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The night is still, the streets are quiet,
In this house lived my love;

She left the town long before,
Yet her house is still standing in the same place

There i also see a man,
standing and staring into the heavens,

wringing his hand in violent grief;
i shudder when i behold his face'

the moon reveals to me my own likeness.

You Doppelganger, you pale companion!
Why do you mimic my love sickness,

That tormented me at this place,
For so many nights in the past?