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Es weht durch hellschimmernde Wipfel der Frühling und küsset die Knospen, die harrenden, frei. Der Morgen ist duftig, es rauschen die Winde, es schmettern die Vögel: Feinsliebchen herbei, herbei! Wer froh ist im glücklichen Morgen des Lebens, ist doppelt beglücket im goldenen Mai. Es jubelt das Herz ihm, er singt mit den Vögeln des Waldes die Botschaft: Feinsliebchen herbei, herbei! Wem dann aber traurige Wehmut die Seele erfüllt mit Gedenken viel bösen Geschicks, dem wecken die Lenze im Jubel der Welten die Schatten des alten verlorenen Glücks. Dann lässt ihn das Rauschen, das Duften der Blüten in Träume versenken das irdische Leid. So finden sie alle, die jubeln, die trauern, sie finden im Lenze die seligste Zeit.
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This text was added to the website: 2008-03-31
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Word count: 117
Spring blows through the brightly shining tree tops and kisses the waiting buds open. The morning is full of scent, the wind murmurs, the birds sing out: darling come here, come here! Anyone who is joyful in the happy morning of life is made doubly happy in golden May. His heart rejoices, he sings with the birds of the wood the same message: darling come here, come here! If, though, anyone suffers unhappiness as his soul is filled with memories of cruel fate, in his case, as the world rejoices spring will wake up the shadows of old, lost happiness. So let the sounds of spring and the scent of blossom drown earthly suffering in dreams. And so all those who rejoice and who are sad will find in spring the most blissful of times.
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This text was added to the website: 2008-03-31
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