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Eduard Mörike

Laß doch dein Dichten! hast ja Geld; Tropf! brauch's, die Poesie lebendig zu betreiben! Was gilt's, dich freut das Schönste in der Welt Nur halb, vor lauter Angst, du müssest es beschreiben!

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