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1. On the hill seat self peering
On the hill seat self peering in the bluer Nebelland , after the distances good seeing , where self thee , lover , found. wide am self of to you separated , dissociating recumbency mountain and valley among us and our peace , our luck and ours pain. oh , the glance tin you not see , the to to you so aglow careers , and the sigh , she blow away in the space , the us severs wants for nothingness more to to you penetrate , nothingness the love messenger being? sing wants self , songbook sing , the to you complaints mine agony! for before Liebesklang escape every space and every time , and one loving heart achievement what one loving heart antlered!

2. Where the mountains so blue
Where the mountains so blue outfield the foggier grey look in , where the sun burn up , where the cloud change , will self being! there in the quiet valley silence agonies and pain where in the rock quiet the primrose there thinks , wafts so quiet the wind , will self being! there to the clever wood urges me Liebesgewalt , ease agony oh , me zög's not from here , are able to self , grape , about to you Ewiglich being!

3. Light sailor in the heights
Light sailor in the heights , and you , streamlet little and narrow , are able to my darling your espy , greets she to me a lot of thousand. see your , clouds , she then go meditating in the stop valley , let my picture before your arise in the luft'gen Himmelssaal. becomes she on the bushes stand the now autumnal falb and bald. accuses your , how to me am happened , accuses your Vöglein , mine pain. stillness waistcoat , brings in the drifts there to of me Herzenswahl mine sigh , the offence how the sun last ray. whisper your to my Liebesflehen , Laß she , streamlet little and narrow , abidingly in yours welter see mine tears without number!

4. This clouds in the heights
This clouds in the heights , these Vöglein lively train , become thee o pay homage , see. take me at in the light flight! this waistcoat will play jesting to you about cheek and mammary , in the are locks scrabble. severs self at you this joy! there to to you of that hill diligent this streamlet careers. becomes your picture himself in to you mirror , lilac back then unverweilt!

5. It turn the mays, it bloom the ouch
It turn the mays , it bloom the ouch , the airs , she drifts so mildness , so balmy , talkative the streams now gutters. the swallow , the turn to the wirtlichen roof , she builds himself so diligent your bridal chamber , the love debit side live there inside. she brings himself active of cross and of crossways many a fleecier piece to the Brautbett hieher , many a warmnesses piece at the peewees now live husband and wife together so abidingly , what winter separated , bandage now the May , what love , the white he to a. it turn the mays , it bloom the ouch. the airs , she drifts so mildness , so balmy. only I can't draw of put up with. when everything , what love , the spring united , only of our love no spring appears , and tears are universe your gains

6. Nimm she there for , this songbook
Nimm she there for , this songbook , the self to you , lover , sang , sing the then at night again to the lute sweetness sound. when the Dämmrungsrot then draws after the stop bluer sea , and being last ray burn up behind that Bergeshöh ; and you sing , what self sung , what to me outfield the finish mammary without Kunstgepräng erklungen , only the longing himself conscious : then before this songbook points what separated us so wide , and one loving heart achievement what one loving heart antlered.
THE END

Adelaide
Your friend wanders alone in the garden of spring,
Gently bathed in lovely magical light,
Which shimmers through the swaying branches of flowers:
Adelaide!
In the reflection of the river, in the snows of the Alps,
In the golden clouds of sinking day,
In the fields of stars thy face beams forth,
Adelaide!
Evening breezes whisper through the tender leaves
The silver bells at Maytime rustle in the grass,
Waves roar and nightingales sing,
Adelaide!
Some day, o miracle! a flower will blossom,
Upon my grave from the ashes of my heart;
And clearly on every violet petal will shine:
Adelaide!
THE END