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The visitor

Language: German (Deutsch)

Her beauty is a wasted thing,
She's neither sweet nor kind;
And flowers that have no other eyes
Than raindrops soon go blind.
 
She is a park that has no deer
To give it life or grace;
Until I think the wilderness
A more enchanted place.
 
Her Ten Commandments are her own,
She knows no other Creed;
The only babies in her eyes
Are selfish thoughts and greed.
 
Her beauty is a wasted thing,
Is Nature's loss and pain;
When will the little, plain, brown bird
Come back and sing again!


Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Text added to the website: 2011-09-26.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:37
Line count: 16
Word count: 91

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