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Von Maren Krause 08.05.2019 um 16:33 Uhr | melden

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Ich sah den Wald sich färben,
Die Luft war grau und stumm;
Mir war betrübt zum Sterben,
Und wusst’ es kaum, warum.

Durchs Feld vom Herbstgestäude
Hertrieb das dürre Laub;
Da dacht’ ich: Deine Freude
Ward so des Windes Raub.

Dein Lenz, der blütenvolle,
Dein reicher Sommer schwand;
An die gefrorne Scholle
Bist du nun festgebannt.

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Da plötzlich floss ein klares
Getön in Lüften hoch:
Ein Wandervogel war es,
Der nach dem Süden zog.

Ach, wie der Schlag der Schwingen,
Das Lied ins Ohr mir kam,
Fühlt ich’s wie Trost mir dringen
Zum Herzen wundersam.

Es mahnt’ aus heller Kehle
Mich ja der flücht’ge Gast:
Vergiss, o Menschenseele,
Nicht, dass du Flügel hast!
Geibel


Ich schick einen Regenschirm
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