Heinrich Heine
The stars, for many ages,
Have dwelt in heaven above;
They gaze at one another
Tormented by their love.
They speak the richest language,
The loveliest ever heard;
Yet none of all the linguists
Can understand a word.
I learned it, though, in lessons
That nothing can erase;
The only text I needed
Was my beloved’s face.
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