Robert Shumann, de bekende componist, schreef aan het eind van zijn leven, verblijvende in een gekkenhuis zijn Clara:
"I have such an urgent desire to see you, to press you to my heart. I am sad, and sick as well.
I don't know what is abscent in my life, and yet I do know. You are.
I see you everywhere, you walk up and down in my room.
You live in my arms, and nothing, nothing is real"
"I have such an urgent desire to see you, to press you to my heart. I am sad, and sick as well.
I don't know what is abscent in my life, and yet I do know. You are.
I see you everywhere, you walk up and down in my room.
You live in my arms, and nothing, nothing is real"
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