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In ancient cathedrals built of Gothic glass, dead cardinals lie loving their friends in stone and bronze and gold. And wise owls descend. down there, as gray as lead
with the echo of stories
that the princes tell them for centuries after their death.
Shall I stay or move on?
I put on my colorful coat with bells, my shell hat, my staff in hand, and so I walk through Tegenland. In the morning mists, sugar lilies grow from cold crater lakes. that will bloom,
rising under organ tones,
a chime of gold.
The wind blows from the south,
so that you can hear
how the distant high sounds
br/>lingers in the snow-white light
that smells of peppermint.
Shall I stay or go further?
I put on my colorful coat with bells,
my shell hat, my staff in hand,
so I walk through Tegenland.
Far above all valleys
and misty mountains high,
higher than the sunbeams
I will rise with my dreams
/>along the glass rainbow.
I will surely manage
at the end of the journey
to pick the yellow moon.
Would it taste like bananas
or vanilla ice cream?
Shall I stay or continue?
I put on my colorful coat with bells,
my shell hat, my staff in hand,
so I walk through Tegenland .