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Es ist an der Zeit.
Vergangenes schweigt,
ein strahlender Tag
vor dem Abend sich neigt.
Aus lockender Ferne
ein leiser Ton:
und doch, der Himmel
verdunkelt sich schon...
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Es ist an der Zeit
neu zu fühlen, zu hören,
kein Trugbild soll jetzt
meinen Abend stören.
Es dreht sich kein Rädchen,
so still ist die Welt,
bis endlich erlösender
Regen fällt.
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Die Tropfen, sie tanzen
auf meiner Haut,
ein jeder die schönsten
Eisblumen taut.
Die Nacht ist so kühl
und das Herz wieder weit.
Die Sterne? Sie funkeln,
es ist an der Zeit...
Friedel
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