Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Good Night Comments

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I came as a stranger; as a stranger now I leave. The flowers of May once
welcomed me warmly; a young girl spoke of love, her mother even of marriage.
Now all is bleak- the pathway covered with snow.
The time of departure is not mine to choose; I must find my way alone in
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Wilhelm Muller
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Michel 20 December 2020

Why is this poem in English only. Where is the German translation? What a shame that you do not show the original poem.

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