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Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne
der Regen sein rüber und die leuchtende Luft
wie das Glätten fällt
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
es ist zutreffend, daß Sie sagen, daß die Götter mehr Gebrauch zu Ihnen als Feen sind

 



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