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Peter, Christian, Michael, Uli
Silver-blue moonlight falls down,
Lowers many beams down into the grave.
Friend of slumber, dear moon, don't be silent,
if in the grave, darkness lives, or light.
All is quiet? Now, silent Grave, speak,
You drew so many beams down into the stillness,
You hold so many glances of the moon, silver-blue,
Just give one beam back. Come and see!
translation by Annegret Boge
I'm not as interested in Halloween as I was, another holiday ruined by commercialism. I'm coming to prefer All Saints Day.
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