is late again become, before we found a little leisure for themselves. Work, family and the pending matters or take advantage of casting their shadows. So today some times directly to the evening and night atmosphere of Friederike Henriette Kraze (1870-1936).
The hours wore each a load
As long as the sun woke up in the hands,
As never wanted to complete the circle.
was now but the last fading luster.
And finally lifted the crown from the day. On Schuh'n
velvet with silver feet pale
pulled Thus, the Evening to her from far
rich soil that was still recent in purple.
And since the peace quietly slipped into the room
And I closed my eyes, the mean wake up, wake
Da 'he gave me a golden child And laughing
came with my youth joyful step.
And like a blade's blowing through my dream: Only hard
follows day so fair catches,
mutterlind thus covers only suffering and burdens
The night of the soft shell Silbersaum.
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