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Слушать(AI)The Old Dream Comes Again To Me
The old dream comes again to me:
With May-night stars above,
We two sat under the linden-tree And swore eternal love. Again and again we plighted troth,
We chattered, and laughed, and kissed;
To make me well remember my oath You gave me a bite on the wrist. O darling with the eyes serene,
And with the teeth so white!
The vows were proper to the scene,
Superfluous was the bite.
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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