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When as I gaze into thine eyes,
Then every pain and sorrow flies;
But when my lips are pressed to thine,
Then perfect health and joy are mine.

And when upon thy heart I rest,
Heaven's ecstasy o'erfloods my breast;
But when thou sayest—I love but thee,
Then I do weep most bitterly.
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Heinrich Heine
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