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Friedrich Holderlin - At The Middle Of Life
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The earth hangs down
to the lake, full of yellow 
pears and wild roses. 
Lovely swans, drunk with 
kisses you dip your heads 
into the holy, sobering waters. 

But when winter comes, 
where will I find 
the flowers, the sunshine, 
the shadows of the earth? 
The walls stand 
speechless and cold, 
the weathervanes 
rattle in the wind.
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