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"In meines Waldes Garten"
In meines Waldes Garten

Again a retreat, again Waldmitte,
The watchman stands mute like betrayal,
The silver brook of the clammy hermitage,
Gobbles the enchanted path.

The sleepless nights, the lunar gloss,
I go for hacking antlers,
Until the sweat drops of my brow,
In meines Waldes Garten.

Fern dreams dew, beetles crackle,
Trunk and hours are mossy,
Sometimes comes oblivion,
Seldom comes solance.

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