Whenever new hearts break,
the stars burst into laughter.
Amidst their laughter, they call
down the blue distance:
"Poor human beings!
Though they love with all their soul,
they torment and torture each other to death.
We do not know that love
so fatal to the poor things below.
That is why we are immortal.
Heinrich Heine
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