Es war die Nachtigall und nicht die Lerche, die eben jetzt Dein banges Ohr durchdrang. Sie sitzt des Nachts auf dem Granatbaum dort. Glaube mir, Liebster: Es war die Nachtigall.


Julia (Claire Danes)
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