Under the Rivers, in D minor

Words falter afore a nameless door,

a wanderer is drawn towards a musical lore.

Words faint at his delicate heart,

how can he not such beauty adore?

His old friend Friedrich murmured

of the creeks that lived above in peace.

Till now they dwelled in merely his mind,

gracefully she sang, their souls he find.


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