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die Berge sind sie leise Völker
ein Sturm fährt auf den Tide
gibt es jedes dort
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
es ist zutreffend, daß Sie sagen, daß die Götter mehr Gebrauch zu Ihnen als Feen sind
und wie Sie Traum der Sitzung konnten
in das leise Land

 



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