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Heinrich Heine - The Old Dream Comes Again To Me
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The old dream comes again to me: 
With May-night stars above, 
We two sat under the linden-tree 
And swore eternal love. 
  
Again and again we plighted troth, 
We chattered, and laughed, and kissed; 
To make me well remember my oath 
You gave me a bite on the wrist. 
  
O darling with the eyes serene, 
And with the teeth so white! 
The vows were proper to the scene, 
Superfluous was the bite.
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