Speak in your great voice
The throng
The silence
There walks a peculiar man
Dusk falls over the hollows
The deeper sounds thus settle
Where night does fall most swiftly
Where I abide in my innermost self
Air and inwardness
God knows
He walks
Oh, gentle night!
gentle winter, gentle snow
most silent and most white
I feel he walks
There can be no mistake
So have I come before your gate
And kneel
How does each flake that falls
impress itself on me
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