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Du, Meine Welt
(Schubert)

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And you my nightingale world, sing
In the green gardens: live in Persian paintings
Lush, minute, intense. O you world, frolicking
Down the huge galleries of eternity
When the seas rise and the drowning moon swims toward shore
On your feasting lips rock and couple with the burning stars
How I do praise thee, Lord, for thy slow fires and my long dying.



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