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Like the ocean-foam-born goddess
Shines my love with beauty decked,
For of some unheard-of stranger
She's the little bride-elect.

Oh my heart, thou patient sufferer,
Bear no grudge that she's untrue;
Bear, bear with her and forgive her,
All the pretty fool may do.
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Heinrich Heine
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