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LYRICAL INTERLUDE: 39 by HEINRICH HEINE

First Line: MY LITTLE SONGS DO I UTTER
Last Line: WHAT THEY IN HER BOSOM DISCOVER'D.
Subject(s): GRIEF; SINGING & SINGERS; SORROW; SADNESS; SONGS;
MY little songs do I utter
From out of my great, great sorrow;
Some tinkling pinions they borrow,
And tow'rd her bosom they flutter.

They found it, and over it hover'd,
But soon return'd they, complaining,
And yet to tell me disdaining
What they in her bosom discover'd.



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