Die Bäume blühen überall,
die Blumen blühen wieder,
und wieder singt die Nachtigall
nun ihre alten Lieder.
O glücklich, wer doch singt und lacht,
daß auch der Frühling sein gedacht.

August Heinrich Hoffmann von Fallersleben
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