Through the branches of the trees the awakened birds gaze rapturously on his melancholy visage
The nightingale is unwilling to utter its cavatinas of crystal
The wood has become as August as a grave because of his nocturnal presence
Stands several paces back, and thus you will do well
These Tresses Are Sacred: The Hermaphrodite himself wished it
The nightingale is unwilling to utter its cavatinas of crystal
The wood has become as August as a grave because of his nocturnal presence
Stands several paces back, and thus you will do well
These Tresses Are Sacred: The Hermaphrodite himself wished it
( Schammasch )
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