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Was leise gehet unter Herbstesbäumen Am grünen Fluß, darüber Möven gleiten -- Es fällt das Laub; Einfalt dunkeler Zeiten. 's ist Gottes Ruh. Die Abendschatten säumen Ein schwarzer Vogel singt in Herbstesbäumen. Ein Händefalten müde und einträchtig Am Abend folgen ihren Vogelzeichen Die Augen, ehe sie dem Schlummer weichen -- Erinnerung des Knaben sanft und schmächtig. Ein schwarzer Vogel singt in Herbstesbäumen Den Frieden dieser Tage süß und mächtig Auch will die Seele stille sich bereiten.
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What lightly walketh under trees in autumn by the green stream, o’er which seagulls are gliding - the leaves, they fall; pureness of darker ages. ’Tis godly peace. The evening shadows tarry a black-backed bird sings in the trees of autumn. A folding of the hands, peaceful and tired; at night the eyes follow their bird sign omens, ere they subside, give way to tranquil slumber - memory of the boy child, soft and slender. A black-backed bird sings in the trees of autumn the peace of these old days, so sweet and potent, the soul, too, wants to be prepared in silence.
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