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There stands a lonely fir-tree
Far north on a naked height;
He slumbers—the ice and snowdrifts
Enfold him in mantle white.

He is dreaming of a palm-tree
That far in the Eastern land
Grieves lonely and uncomplaining
On a waste of scorching sand.
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Heinrich Heine
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