Text by Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)
Set by Johannes Brahms (1833-1897), op. 96 no. 1
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|Death is the cool night.
Life is the sultry day.
It now grows dark; I'm drowsy,
The day has wearied me.
Above my bed rises a tree,
it is but a cool night,
Above my bed a tree grows near,
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