Die Luft ging durch die Felder, die Ähren wogten sacht,
es rauschten leis dei Wälder, so sternklar war die Nacht.
Und meine Seele spannte weit ihre Flügel aus,
flog durch die stillen Lande, als flöge sie nach Haus.
Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff
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