Ludwig van Beethoven. Adelaide, Op. 46
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Alone does your friend wander
in the Spring garden,
mildly encircled by magic light
that quivers through swaying, blossoming boughs,
Adelaide!
In the mirroring stream,
in the snow of the Alps,
in the dying day's golden clouds,
in the fields of stars,
your image shines,
Adelaide!
Evening breezes whisper
in the tender leaves,
silver bells of May
chime in the grass,
waves murmur and nightingales pipe:
Adelaide!
One day, o wonder!
from my grave will sprout
a flower from the ashes of my heart;
and clearly on every purple leaf will gleam:
Adelaide!
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