Wenn jäh dein Himmel sich umdüstert
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Wenn die Wolke ausgeweint,
Scheint die Sonne wieder,
Duften ihrem Strahl vereint,
Rosen, Lilien, Flieder.
Armes, leidbetrübtes Herz,
Weine still nur weiter,
Wenn du ausgeweint den Schmerz
Wird der Himmel heiter.
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