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Слушать(AI)Es Liegt Der Heisse Sommer
There lies the heat of
On your cheek’s lovely art:
There lies the cold of
Within your little heart.
That will change, beloved,
The end not as the start!
Winter on your cheek then,
Summer in your heart.
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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