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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alas! Where Have All The Years Gone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! Where have all the years gone?<br>Did I dream my life, or is it real?<br>What I always thought - was that something?<br>Then I've slept and don't know it…<br>Now I'm awake, and I no longer know<br>What used to be familiar as my own hands:<br>People and places, where I was raised from childhood,<br>They are strangers to me, as if it were all lies.<br>Those who were my playmates are old and indolent.<br>Meadows are farmed, forests are felled,<br>If it were not for the water, which flows as ever before,<br>ah, then I'd believe that my misfortune is truly great.<br>Many no longer even greet me, who once knew me well.<br>The world is full of ingratitude everywhere.<br>When I think of the many glorious days,<br>They disappear, like ripples in the water -<br>Forever more - alas! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, how little these young people amount to!<br>They once were so cheerful and light-hearted,<br>Now they know only worries: why do they do this?<br>When I look at the world around me, it is never happy,<br>Dancing and singing disappear into worries.<br>Never has a Christian man seen such miserable times.<br>See, such poor jewelry the women wear,<br>And the proud knights, what rude clothing they wear!<br>Unfriendly letters come to us from Rome:<br>Sorrow is allowed, but joy is kept from us.<br>That grieves me deeply (we lived so well before),<br>that I should trade my laughs for cries.<br>Even the wild birds lament:<br>What wonder, when I've lost all my friends?<br>What do I say, a foolish man in my poor wrath?<br>Whoever seeks luck in this world, loses it in the next world. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O weh, how we're poisoned with sweet things!<br>I see the bitter gall swimming in the honey.<br>The world is beautiful on the surface - white, green, and red.<br>But inside there are blacker colors, dark like Death.<br>But even those led astray still have hope of salvation<br>Though your sins are great, confession is easy.<br>Think on that, knight, because it concerns you.<br>You wear the bright helm and the hard armor,<br>You carry the strong shield and the holy sword.<br>God wills that even I would be worthy of this victory.<br>Then even I, a man with nothing, can earn rich wages.<br>But I don't mean property, or the gold of princes:<br>I want (very much) to carry that crown eternally,<br>with such glory as a soldier can earn with his spear.<br>I could begin the lucky journey over the sea,<br>Then I would sing 'How good!' and never more 'Alas!'<br>Never more 'Alas!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walther+von+der+Vogelweide">Walther von der Vogelweide</a><div class=q>
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Did I dream my life, or is it real?
What I always thought - was that something?
Then I've slept and don't know it…
Now I'm awake, and I no longer know
What used to be familiar as my own hands:
People and plac..."></div>
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