Die Nebensonnen
The Three Suns
Winterreise A Journey into Winter
Müller
I saw three suns up in the sky
And long and hard I stared on high.
They stood up there so fixedly
As if loth to depart from me.
You suns, you are not mine by right!
Go, on others shed your light!
I had three suns once, truth to tell;
The best two by the wayside fell.
And if the third would only set,
I’d feel, in darkness, better yet.
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