Im Walde, da flüstern
Die Bäume so bang,
Und der Wind streicht so scheu
An den Hängen entlang,
Und die Sonne am Himmel,
Die leuchtet so roth –
O weh meiner Seele,
Mein Liebster ist todt.

Anna Ritter

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deutsche Dichterin und Schriftstellerin
* 23.2. 1865 - Coburg
31.10. 1921 - Marburg
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