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Слушать(AI)From The Window
Well, this is awful weather;
Storming with rain and snow!
I sit at the window,
Into the darkness below.
A little glimmering
Goes down the uncertain street—A lantern, and a
With tired and stumbling feet.
I think it's eggs and
That the old lady has
To bake a cake for her daughter,
The lazy good-for-naught.
Yawning at home on the sofa,
She lies in front of the blaze—The golden hair is
About her golden face.
Heinrich Heine
Heinrich Heine (13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856) was a German poet, writer and literary critic. He is best known outside Germany for his ear
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