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—What is time, when every night
Shines for me the stars’ still light!
Be the weather good or bad,
Be it sunny, be it sad,
Winds through rustling leaves still blow
And the Danube’s waters flow.
Man alone is wavering,
Changeable and wandering,
While we all the same remain,
Mountains, rivers, the great main,
As we were so we abide,
This great world with deserts wide,
Sun, moon, stars, eternal things,
And the forest with its springs.
