(c) Wolf Bendikowski |
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After nightfalls out of number
I laid down to sleep
an eternal silent slumber
as the sky is deep.
Dead was nature, when I went,
broken every flower
and aside the trees stood bent,
cold and without power.
There I felt so badly cheated
by the hands of time
that give life and raise and feed it
just to watch it dying.
Lying in the ground I waited
for a change of scene,
resting still myself as fated,
for the grass to green.
And it happened like I thought,
like it is warranted
and all comfort I had sought
suddenly was granted.
There is in that world of ours
nothing as divine:
Bloom for me, you careless flowers,
bloom instead of mine!
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