I hear thy voice, O turtle dove- The dawn is all aglow- Weary am I with love, with love, Oh, whither shall I go? Not so, O beauteous bird above, Is joy to be denied.... For I have found my dear, my love; And I am by his side. We wander forth, and hand in hand Through flowery ways we go- I am the fairest in the land, For he has called me so. Come and look at me! After Hermann A. Schlögl Gärten der Liebe , 2000
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