
" Good morning, on 7 July
Even in bed my ideas yearn towards you , my Immortal Beloved , here and there joyfully , then again sadly , awaiting from Fate , whether it will listen to us . I can only live , either altogether with you or not at all . Yes , i have determined to wander about for so long far away , until i can fly into your arms and call myself quite at home with you , can send my soul enveloped by yours into the realm of spirits - yes , i regret , it must be . You will get over it all the more as you know my faithfulness to you ; never another one can own my heart , never -never ! O God , why must one go away from what one loves so , and yet my life in W. as it is now is a miserable life . Your love made me the happiest and unhappiest at the same time . What longing in tears for you - you - my life - my all - farewell .
Oh , go on loving me - never doubt the faithfullest heart .
Of your beloved
L
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours "
- Ludwig van Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved

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