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No wonder that, beaten boldly,
At last the door should have opened.
- Which, stubborn and stiff,
Was keeping her out.
- To find her sister
- Hither she came;
By love has spring been allured;
- Within our bosoms
- Buried she lay;
Now glad she laughs to the light.
- The bride who is sister
- Is freed by the brother;
- In ruin lies
- What held them apart.
- Loud rejoicing,
- They meet and greet;
Lo! Love is mated with spring!
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- Thou art the spring
- That I used to pine for,
When pinched by the winter frost;
My heart hailed thee friend
- With bliss and with fear,
- When thy first glance fell on me sweetly
All I had seen appeared strange;
Friendless were my surroundings;
I never seemed to have known
Any one who came nigh.
- Thee, however,
- Straightway I knew,
- And I saw thou wert mine
- When I beheld thee:
- What I hid in my heart,
- All I am,
- Clear as the day
- Dawned to my sight
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