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Wie ein Traum sind die Jahre dahin meines lachenden Knabenalters, wie der Flaum und das Ultramarin eines flatternden Tagesfalters. Und ich war doch ein munteres Kind, voller lebhaften Phantasien, welche klar ihren Wunsch in den Wind einer schwankenden Zukunft schrieen. Wie der Schaum, der im Sande zerrann, ist der Leichtsinn leider zerronnen, nun ich kaum mich beschuldigen kann, daß ich jemals zu lachen begonnen!
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This text was added to the website: 2011-08-03
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Like a dream The years have passed, [The years] of my laughing boyhood, Like the down And ultramarine Of a fluttering butterfly. And yet I was a merry child, Full of lively fantasies, Which clearly Screamed their desire Into the wind of an uncertain future. Like the foam That dissipated into the sand, My levity has unfortunately dissipated, Now that I can hardly Reproach myself For ever beginning to laugh!
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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-08
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