Heinrich Heine Quotes
Sweet May hath come to love us,Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;And through the blue heavens above usThe very clouds move
Sweet May hath come to love us,
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on. (Heinrich Heine)
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on. (Heinrich Heine)