Angizia
Miscellaneous
The voices of a stream There
we the old Juche blows only to the sky,
There in Maldern, Jaum an Joumen, be that Mandern,
Be that Dreams unhindered and undisturbed.
And we have the slub wedged in the Seisengrunde,
Away from Saatenland and Malderserke,
You're looking for Jlumenflor, it looks so friendly,
Umochlingen Pappelborhe inunfed Jhitengold .
Prophetic bird, you Jhitemeaugers!
When Tammind longed to melt ice,
No I forgave, I let myself enjoy Grumen ju,
To whom I first banish shadows, musijlerten
Lerchen Brazen In Schianker Meiden's Haarpejweige.
But then creatively in droves,
Loving men come, loving women come,
When this is warmly desired spring rain,
Vinden Straub after Straub , and all the same because of love!
Me around special arbors colorful violets bloom,
In the little painting, on the hill, in the village on a beautiful plain,
I look down to see them, woman I want to escape from the world, from the heart. Every timely, favorable moment that refreshes me from the bottom up enjoy,
The one who leads me to May Flowers
The Jaches Ink draws me,
Helps me to buy Troume.
And there where the birds are silent at night,
There will I can hear anecdotes.
People talk about the plumes of a lake, and how they already are.

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