• Heinrich Heine Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.
    Heinrich Heine
    German poet 1797-1856
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Heinrich Heine - Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose. by : Heinrich Heine

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hills-sunrise Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.
- Heinrich Heine Greatest-Quotations.com