Und so fehlt der Teig des Lebens der schöne warme Brotlaib der Liebe Sonne des Herzens welche ihn backt die bekannte Wärme, so selten vergleichbar doch wo ist die Bäckerin? Wer rührt den Teig und macht ihn zu Brot? Hab vergessen wie es schmeckt
die leere eines Waldes im Winter, ein alljährliches Spiel die nachwachsenden Triebe der Frühling so kommt er die wärme und er, er verfiel in das Trauerspiel Liebe
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The dough of life is absent the wonderful and warm loaf bread of love the sunny heat warmth, which cooked it the recognised warmth, which cannot be compared but where is Mrs Baker? Who is cooking the bread? I have forgotten how bread tastes...
The empty winter woods the same procedure as every year the grown tribes the spring is coming the warmth, and he he was decayed to the wild cat called affection
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