With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang son — Franz Schubert
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With a heart filled with endless love for those who scorned me, I wandered far away. For many and many a year I sang songs. Whenever I tried to sing of love, it turned to pain. And again, when I tried to sing of pain, it turned to love.

— Franz Schubert
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