This blue that is called azure-blue,
This scoop of water, clump of earth,
This foolish nonsense of no worth,
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Your lips bewitch with sweet enchantment,
Your gaze reveals a deep abyss;
Your voice contains unearthly music,
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Was it a sin no one was with us?
Our wedding such a lone affair?
A stork the only tree-top witness
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Naar jeg i Eenrum færdes
med stille Grublen vanker,
da er min Sjæl lysvaagen,
da sværme mine Tanker.
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