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The sun was still warm although she wasn't lightening anymore it was turning off and from her body of fire escaped a spark still we could see the great pines flowers fading the breeze was soft as the silver brook was running under my feet i fell asleep then the morning sun slowly warms and gilds the wet corn and the azure sky has kept all the freshness of the night we follow a blurred path along the river with yellow grass the air is sharp reflections of flying birds in the water that's all Songtexte but the thoughtful poet loves this landscape which softness cherished his dream and rocked his memory of a young woman a white and singing appearance the one he finally found the one his soul always cried and claimed Aus Songtexte Mania