THE TRANSLATED WAY
Being a lyric translation of Heine's "Du bist wie eine Blume," as it is usually done.
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Thou art like unto a Flower, So pure and clean thou art; I view thee and much sadness Steals to me in the heart. To me it seems my Hands I Should now impose on your Head, praying God to keep you So fine and clean and pure. Franklin P. Adams. |