Over man and animal, I grew too tall;
Now when I speak—no one speaks with me at all.
I grew too high and too lonely —
I wait: on what do I wait only?
Close by, the clouds are sitting:
I wait on the first lightning.
Now when I speak—no one speaks with me at all.
I grew too high and too lonely —
I wait: on what do I wait only?
Close by, the clouds are sitting:
I wait on the first lightning.
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