Es schauen die Blumen
The Flowers turn their Face
Heine
All the flowers turn their face
Up to the radiant sun.
All the rivers run their course
Down to the radiant sea.
All my songs wing their way
To my radiant love –
Take them with you, my tears and sighs,
O my songs, so melancholy and dark.
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