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Слушать(AI)Why The Roses Are So Pale
O dearest, canst thou tell me why The rose should be so pale?
And why the azure violet Should wither in the vale? And why the lark should in the cloud So sorrowfully sing?
And why from loveliest balsam-buds A scent of death should spring? And why the sun upon the mead So chillingly should frown?
And why the earth should, like a grave,
Be moldering and brown? And why it is that I myself So languishing should be?
And why it is, my heart of hearts,
That thou forsakest me?
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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