Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
When words leave off, music begins.
When words leave off, music begins.
Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
And closely their hands together are press'd;
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Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
And closely their hands together are press'd;
And soon as a dance has come to a close,
Another begins, and each merrily goes.
God will pardon me. It is his trade.
God will pardon me. It is his trade.
The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.
The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.
In these times we fight for ideas, and newspapers are our fortresses.
In these times we fight for ideas, and newspapers are our fortresses.
