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Thou hast kissed my lips until they bleed,
Now kiss them till they heal;
And if thou hast not time by day,
When twilight shadows steal,
Wilt thou not have the long, long night,
Oh, well-beloved of me?
Ah, many a kiss, in that long night,
May pass 'twixt me and thee!
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Heinrich Heine
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