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Слушать(AI)This Mad Carnival Of Loving
This mad carnival of loving,
This wild orgy of the flesh,
Ends at last and we two, sobered,
Look at one another, yawning. Emptied the inflaming cup That was filled with sensuous potions,
Foaming, almost running over-- Emptied is the flaming cup. All the violins are silent That impelled our feet to dancing,
To the giddy dance of passion-- Silent are the violins. All the lanterns now are darkened That once poured their streaming brilliance On the masquerades and murmurs-- Darkened now are all the lanterns.
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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