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Joy By Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

A Dragon-Fly with beauteous wing

Is hov’ring o’er a silv’ry spring;

I watch its motions with delight,

Now dark its colours seem, now bright;

Chameleon-like appear, now blue,

Now red, and now of greenish hue.

Would it would come still nearer me,

That I its tints might better see

It hovers, flutters, resting ne’er!

But hush! it settles on the mead.

I have it safe now, I declare!

And when its form I closely view,

’Tis of a sad and dingy blue

Such, Joy-Dissector, is thy case indeed.

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