A serene joy fills my soul on these sweet spring mornings. Alone, I feel the charm of existence in this blissful place. I am so happy and absorbed in tranquil existence that I neglect my talents. Though unable to draw a single stroke, I feel more like an artist than ever.

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When, while the lovely valley teems with

Vapour surrounds me as the sun strikes the tops of my trees, with only a few rays reaching the inner sanctuary. I lie among the tall grass by the stream and notice countless unknown plants. The buzzing world of insects and flies becomes familiar. In these moments, I feel the Almighty’s presence and the universal love that sustains all in eternal bliss.

I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which

I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquis

I throw myself down among the tall grass

I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and

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• Far far away, behind the word mountain
• When she reached the first hills
• A small river named Duden flows
• A small river named Duden flows by their plat.
• Far far away, behind the word mountain

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