Happy Birthday SandyPants! I miss you tons and tons and tons.
Beim Schlafengehn (While going to sleep)
Now that the day has made me so tired,
my dearest longings shall be accepted kindly by the starry night like a weary child.
Hands, cease your activity; head, forget all of your thoughts;
all my senses now will sink into slumber.
And my soul, unobserved, will float about on untrammeled wings
in the enchanted circle of the night, living a thousandfold more deeply.
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