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Слушать(AI)Een As A lovely Flower
E'en as a lovely flower,
So fair, so pure thou art;
I gaze on thee, and sadness Comes stealing o'er my heart. My hands I fain had folded Upon thy soft brown hair,
Praying that God may keep thee So lovely, pure and fair.
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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