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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Intermezzo Wie frisch die Luft uns heut erscheint, da wir hinaus ins Freie gehen. Die Sorgen werden hier verneint, Probleme bleiben unbesehen. Die Sonne gibt uns guten Rat. Und auf den Wegen welcher Wandel. Ringsum erleuchtet Laub den Pfad. Der Herbst mit seinem Farbenhandel! Wir schoepfen gern den saubren Duft, der Walder atemsusses Wollen. Wie frisch, wie rein ist diese Luft. Die wir doch bald vergessen sollen.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Intermezzo Wie frisch die Luft uns heut erscheint, da wir hinaus ins Freie gehen. Die Sorgen werden hier verneint, Probleme bleiben unbesehen. Die Sonne gibt uns guten Rat. Und auf den Wegen welcher Wandel. Ringsum erleuchtet Laub den Pfad. Der Herbst mit seinem Farbenhandel! Wir schoepfen gern den saubren Duft, der Walder atemsusses Wollen. Wie frisch, wie rein ist diese Luft. Die wir doch bald vergessen sollen.