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Gone is the splendor of the sun, It covers the dark night disc. The blue of the sky has disappeared, The earth lies so pale and grey. ...

When the sun went away the darkness approaches sunset has golden cheeks, And the night is mourning. Since love went away Am I now a Mo...

I walked along a wide path which stretched straight and long in front of me, out of the city, through low, last huts. I faced the sun ...

You know the power of beauty the blossom and the air icus, make use of the colorful splendour, who laughs seductively from afar, has to e...

The high densely packed forests are enthroned On hills gently arched and covered - Their crowns rustle in home melancholy. They are fi...

The bee loves the flower scent, nature, fresh air. Gives us honey, sweet as sugar and only stands out, that is certain, stupid harasse...

How beautiful the young sun's floating upwards! Her morning greeting shoots flames into the day. Blessed is he who greets her with love, ...

How are we both, forest and meadow, Joined with such familiar green! How happy I enclose them in the shade, How easily and gently her pla...

The sun sets in the west. She has never lost her way. It's a spectacle and a miracle. She chose the west. But sometimes the view is cl...

Here I lie on the spring hill the cloud becomes my wing a bird flies ahead of me. Oh, tell me, only love, where you stay that I stay with...