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Слушать(AI)To Edom!
TH each other, brother fashion,
Have we borne this many an age.
Thou hast borne with my existence,
And I borne have with thy rage.
Many a time, in days of darkness,
Wonder-strange hath been thy mood,
And thy dear and pious
Hast thou reddened in my blood.
Now our friendship groweth closer;
Nay, it waxeth daily now:
I myself begin to
And am nigh as mad as thou.
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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