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Die linden Lüfte sind erwacht,Sie säuseln und wehen
Tag und Nacht, Sie schaffen an allen Enden. O frischer Duft, o neuer Klang! Nun, armes Herze, sei nicht bang! Nun muss sich alles, alles wenden. Die Welt wird schöner mit jedem Tag,Man weiß nicht,was noch werden mag, Das Blühen will nicht enden. Es blüht das fernste, tiefste Tal:Nun, armes Herz, vergiss der Qual! Nun muss sich alles, alles wenden. |
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nice and pretty
The gentle breezes are awakened, they stir and blow Day and night, everywhere creative. O fresh scent, o new sound! Now, poor heart, do not bang! It must now everything, everything. The world is more beautiful with every day, We do not know what might yet be, The flowering will not end. It blooms the farthest, deepest valley Now, poor heart, forget the pain! It must now everything, everything. |
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nice and pretty The gentle breezes are awakened, they stir and blow Day and night, everywhere creative. O fresh scent, o new sound! Now, poor heart, do not bang! It must now everything, everything. The world is more beautiful with every day, We do not know what might yet be, The flowering will not end. It blooms the farthest, deepest valley Now, poor heart, forget the pain! It must now everything, everything. Sehr wunderbar! |
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