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.
This is from memory, since my library is packed. But it expresses how I feel.
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- aefenglommung (
aefenglommung) wrote,
aefenglommung
aefenglommung
Thought for the day
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.
This is from memory, since my library is packed. But it expresses how I feel.
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