Heinrich Heine

Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.

Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.

The swan in the pool is singing,
And up and down doth he steer,
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The swan in the pool is singing,
And up and down doth he steer,
And, singing gently ever,
Dips under the water clear.

Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.

Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.

The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.

The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.

And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
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And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
And she combs her golden hair.