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Heinrich Heine - From The Window
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Well, this is awful weather;
Storming with rain and snow!
I sit at the window, staring
Into the darkness below.

A little glimmering brightness
Goes down the uncertain street—
A lantern, and a mother
With tired and stumbling feet.

I think it`s eggs and flour
That the old lady has bought
To bake a cake for her daughter,
The lazy good-for-naught.

Yawning at home on the sofa,
She lies in front of the blaze—
The golden hair is falling
About her golden face.
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