Heinrich Heine Quotes
The night comes stealing o'er me,And clouds are on the sea;While the wavelets rustle before meWith a mystical melody.
The night comes stealing o'er me,
And clouds are on the sea;
While the wavelets rustle before me
With a mystical melody. (Heinrich Heine)
And clouds are on the sea;
While the wavelets rustle before me
With a mystical melody. (Heinrich Heine)
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