Maybe I was skittish among
strangers: Only you, my loved ones, owned my heart. Racing into hiding, I would know, Given time, the foreigners would go: Here was home, in which they had no part. As though I knew my fate, I dodged all dangers; Nor could I alter it, for all my art.
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Audio and Video Music: The Scent of Cedars. By Philipp Weigl.< Performed by Philipp Weigl at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution License.
