Lying In Grass
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a
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Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a
Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that I cannot, will not, fight:
It is happiness, and it is pain
Anyone looking straight into my eyes Could not help seeing it, and could not fail To beco...