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Drei Lieder nach Sara Teasdale

Word count: 203

Song Cycle by Klaus Miehling

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1. Snow song [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

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Fairy snow, fairy snow, 
Blowing, blowing everywhere, 
Would that I 
Too, could fly 
Lightly, lightly through the air.

Like a wee, crystal star 
I should drift, I should blow 
Near, more near, 
To my dear 
Where he comes through the snow.

I should fly to my love 
Like a flake in the storm, 
I should die, 
I should die, 
On his lips that are warm. 


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2. Less than the cloud to the wind [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

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Less than the cloud to the wind,
Less than the foam to the sea,
Less than the rose to the storm,
Am I to thee.

More than the star to the night,
More than the rain to the [tree]1,
More than heaven to earth
Art thou to me.


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1 Leoni: "lea"

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3. Buried Love [ sung text not yet checked against a primary source]

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I have come to bury Love                                                   
Beneath a tree, 
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see                                                   

I shall put no flowers at his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet.

I shall go no more to his grave,
For the woods are cold.
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold.

I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow,
But oh, I shall cry at night
When none will know. 


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