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Mein Tag War Heiter
(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

Mein Tag War Heiter

My day was happy, fortunate my night.
My People loved me when I struck the lyre
Of Poetry. Passion was my song, and fire:
There it kindled many a lovely light.
My summer’s still ablaze but I’ve already
Dragged to the barn the crop I brought to birth –
And now I have to leave all that the Earth
Made so dear to me and loved so dearly!
The instrument sinks from my hand.
The glass breaks in splinters, that to my lips
Overconfidently, I so cheerfully pressed.
Oh God! How deeply bitter dying is!
How sweet and intimate the life of Man,
In this sweet, intimate and earthly nest.

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Mozart - Piano Concerto No.21, K.467 Or Guns N' Roses - November Rain fine arts passion music enriches years young there is a blaze in summer passion the heat of the fire flame night the singer is loved when singing young but even old musicians must die not even music can take the sting of death in deeply bitter death dying when life is almost played out perhaps we shall hear celestial music playing no lute or harp played on clouds for me please a rock in roll band famous playing raging for me would be an art heart send off pumping Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Mein Tag War Heiter' by Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine.
Even Old Musicians Must Die the arts passion in music enriches years young but even old musicians must die not even music can take sharp sting of death in deeply bitter death dying when life is time almost played out when the wine of life swallowed drunk is almost to last clinging drops gone what songs would you sing what lips parting kiss memories Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Mein Tag War Heiter' by Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine.
Death In Deeply Bitter Death Dying even old musicians must die not even music can take sharp sting death in deeply bitter death dying Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Mein Tag War Heiter' by Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine.
Clinging To Last Drops Of Wine when life is time almost played out when the wine of life swallowed drunk who clings to last drops almost gone Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Mein Tag War Heiter' by Heinrich Heine. Dedicated to the poet Heinrich Heine.
the arts, passion in music, enriches years young, but even old musicians must die; apparently not even music can take the sting of death in deeply bitter death dying, when life is almost played out