Friendship
But my earliest friend and best,
My Beethoven, this was hard.
You should leave me with the rest.
Pass without one last regard.
For all went and left me there.
Sighing as they passed me by;
Ah, how sad their voices were!
I shall hear them when I die.
"Fare thee well," they said; "we go
Scorned as shades and dreams. Adieu!
Love thine earthly friend, but know
Shadows still thou dost pursue."
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