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Franz Peter Schubert
Tenebrous agonies ruthlessly torture your joy-smitten heart when the voice of your life whispers:
"'My peace is gone, my heart is sore, I shall find it never and nevermore,' I may well sing every day now, for each night, on retiring to bed, I hope I may not wake again, and each morning but recalls yesterday's grief."
Indeed, your suffering-life is the world's tragedy-experience.
