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geschrieben am: 27.02.2001 um 13:28 Uhr
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You and me - we know the land
And often have been there
In the long old days, old nursery days,
A dark chlild and a fair.
Was ist down the paths of firelight dreams
In winter cold and white,
Or in die blue-spun twilit hours
Of little early tucked-up beds.
In drowsy summer night,
That you and I got lost in lost in Sleep
And met each other there -
Your dark hair on your white nightgown,
And mine was tangled fair?
We wanderd shyly hand in hand,
Or rollicked in the fairy sand
And gathered pearls and shells in pails,
While all about the nightingales
Were singing in the trees.
We du for silver with our spades
By little inland sparkling seas,
Then ran ashore through sleepy glades
And down a warm and winding lane
We never never found again
Between high whispering trees.
The air was neither night or day.
But faintly dark with softest light,
When first there glimmered into sight
The Cottage of Lost Play.
'Twas builded very very old
White, and thatched with straws of gold,
And pierced with peeping lattices
That looked toward the sea;
And our own children's garden-plots
Were there - or own fogetmenots
Red daisies, cress and mustard,
And blue nemophilë.
O! all the borders trimmed with box
Were full of favourite flowers - of phlox,
Of larkspur, pinks, and hollyhocks
Beneath a red may-tree:
And all the paths were full of shapes,
Of tumbling happy white-clad shapes,
And with them You and Me.
And some had silver watering-cans
And watered all their gowns,
Or sprayed each other; some laid plans
To build them houses, fairy towns,
Or dwelling in the trees;
And some were clambering on the roof;
Some crooning lonley and aloof;
And some were dancing fairy-rings
And weaving pearly daisy-strings,
Or chasing golden bees;
But here and there a little pair
With rosy cheeks and tangled hair
Debated quaint old chilish things -
And we never found the same
Old cottage, or the magic track
That leads between a silver sea
And those old shores and gardens fair
Where al things are, that ever were -
We know not, You and Me.
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| "Autor" |
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geschrieben am: 27.02.2001 um 14:14 Uhr
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| *versteht nicht allzu viel und schweigt. Doch denkt sich still und leise ob es jemandem gewidmet ist....* |
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| "Autor" |
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geschrieben am: 03.03.2001 um 08:05 Uhr
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| eine witmung ist es nicht nein es ist nur ein teil den ich hoffe vielleicht mal zu finden... |
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