"Perfumes
are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and
unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers,
in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up
wholly to feeling, and breathe forth their sweetest odors. Flow forth, ye
perfumes of my heart, and seek beyond these mountains the dear one of my
dreams!" ~ Heinrich Heine
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