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Vöglein Schwermut
The Melancholy Bird

Modern Times CD

Morgenstern

A little black bird flies all over the world,
Its song so deathly sad ........
whoever hears it, then hears nothing else,
whoever hears it does away with himself,
and would look no more on the sun.
Mid deepest night, mid deepest night
it rests perched on Death’s finger.
He strokes it quietly, encouraging,
"Fly, little bird, fly my little bird!"
And again it flies, piping, all over the world.

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