I do not compare so with pleasure
however, seems to me: also in former summers
if I was tired or even sluggish.
If the night by the day one made
and the reason makes no difference in such a way,
yes, I would like to have this day so with pleasure a lot of cheerful one, however, I do not succeed.
Hard the limbs and the eyes close
a gentle sleep, a dream in addition:
The pictures which seldom recur, not created that one can describe them...
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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/26/2010.
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