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| » I looked from the high banks down to the wunderful Elbe valley, it was there like a painting by Claude Lorraine under my feet - it seemed to me like a landscape embroidered on a carpet, green corridors, villages, a broad stream wich turns fast to kiss Dresden and he kissed it - flees quickly - and the magnificient ring of mountains sorrounds this carpet - and the whole blue italian sky floating the whole region... « Heinrich v. Kleist | ||
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