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Слушать(AI)Ich Hatte Einst
I had a lovely homeland long ago.
The oak trees seemed So tall there, and the violets blew so sweet.
It was a dream.
It kissed me in German, spoke in German(You’d scarce
How good it sounds) the words:
I love you true!’It was a dream.
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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