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Ich hab die Nacht geträumet
Wohl einen schweren Traum;
Es wuchs in meinem Garten
Ein Rosmarinenbaum.
...
Die Blüten tät ich sammeln
In einen gold'nen Krug;
Der fiel mir aus den Händen,
Daß er in Stücken schlug.
D'raus sah ich Perlen rinnen
Und Tröpflein rosenrot.
Was mag der Traum bedeuten?
Ach Liebster, bist du tot?
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Line count: 16
Word count: 80
I dreamed all last night
Such a worrisome dream;
I saw growing in my garden
A rosemary tree.
...
I collected the blossoms
In a golden jar;
I fell out of my hands,
And smashed completely to pieces.
Around the outside I saw pearls
And rose-red drops.
What could the dream mean?
Ah, Beloved, are you dead?
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This text was added to the website: 2016-02-08
Line count: 16
Word count: 78
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