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THE STORM by HEINRICH HEINE

First Line: A HOWLING STORM IS BREWING
Last Line: SHE STARES INTO THE NIGHT.
Subject(s): STORMS;
A HOWLING storm is brewing,
The wind and rain are wild;
And what can my love be doing,
That pale and frightened child?

There at the window dreaming,
I see her, worn and white;
With eyes no longer beaming,
She stares into the night.



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