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79. To Betty Neumann
[Berlin, between 15 and 31 July
1923][1]
Lonesome was my work abode.
Then you’re sent out here by God;
My affairs you helped to master,
Which, on my own, were a
disaster.[2]
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’Else when mail came in abundance
I could only be despondent;
Every letter caused me grief
Because one had to answer it.
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Now each letter is a treat
Eagerly I yearn for it.
Every one contrived for me
An excuse to call Betty!
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Every melancholic thought did flee
When you were sitting next to me;
Happy girl, dear and modest
Gratefully, I’ll not forget it.
Albert Einstein. July 1923.