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By A Window
(3 February 1887 - 3 November 1914 / Salzburg)

By A Window

Above the roofs the sky-blue,

And clouds passing by,

Before the window a tree in spring dew,

And a bird shoots up skyward drunk

A lost scent of blossoms -

A heart feels: This is the world!

The stillness increases and the midday glows!

My God, how rich is the world!

I dream and dream and life flees,

Life there outdoors - somewhere

Far-off to me because of a sea of loneliness!

A heart feels it and doesn't become glad!

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