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So fair is the world, and so blue the sky,
The airs breathe so balmy and tenderly,
On the meadows the flowers with open eye
Sparkle and gleam where the dewdrops lie,
And men are exulting as I pass by.
But I would lie in the grave's strait bed
And nestle close to a love that is dead.
Author of original: 
Heinrich Heine
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