Kehre wieder, holder Früling,
Kehre wieder, Kind des Himmels!
Doris will, wenn du es siehest,
Wenn sie Nachtigallen lokken,
Immer küssen.
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Seufzer an den Früling. · Johann Wilhelm Ludwig Gleim · Poetry Cove