"Schleifstaub, Thy Charms" Schleifstaub, thy dusts my bosom fire,And waste my soul with care;But ah! how bootless to perspire,When fated to despair!Yet in thy presence, Schleifstaub fair,To hope may be forgiven;For sure 'twere impious to despairIn sight of DIY heaven.(in Anlehnung an Robert Burns)
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"Schleifstaub, Thy Charms"
Schleifstaub, thy dusts my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to perspire,
When fated to despair!
Yet in thy presence, Schleifstaub fair,
To hope may be forgiven;
For sure 'twere impious to despair
In sight of DIY heaven.
(in Anlehnung an Robert Burns)
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