Mein Herz sang mit
Bäche zittern silbern,
Gräser glittern und nicken,
Und weiße Anemonen
Blicken zum blauen Himmel.
Ich ging in jungen Gräsern
Mit meinem weichsten Schritt,
Die Amsel hat gesungen,
Und mein Herz sang mit.
Max Dauthendey
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