blaue blume ganz allein
bricht durch harte erde
findet selten sonnenschein
will das frühling werde
blaue blume reckt sich weit
grüßt den kühlen morgen
wartet auf die mittagszeit:
soll für wärme sorgen
blaue blume zart und fein
sucht nach augenblicken
bleibt das glück auch noch so klein
will sie doch entzücken
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