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Heinrich Heine
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pearly treasures of the sea, The lights that spatter heaven above, More precious than these wonders are My heart-of-hearts filled with your love. The
ocean's power, the heavenly sights So,
little, youthful maiden come |
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Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh, When I am sad and
weary. When I think all hope has gone. Those have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont,
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