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My German teacher was a man of classical music, a man of poetry, and a man who always smelled like milk. At the start of the second year of learning German, he said that every man or woman worth their salt knows at least one poem by heart. So he gave us a poem. Every class he'd pick out one random person to recite it, followed by a class recitation. That class was nine years ago, yet I can still recite Das Fraulein Stand am Meere flawlessly.