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Ode to Weimar by Ines M. Weber "Who am I" you will ask, incredulous as you may be I am the one who served the tea And even though just seventeen, I’ve lived to see The Golden Age of Literacy. Weimar, you’ve gathered in your open arms The greatest minds of Germany. You, poets, writers and musicians too My duchess loved to have you come For endless talks on What is new? What else you’ve done? Amalia (my lady) and Carl August asked to see That cake and tea was there aplenty This was MY job, wouldn’t you know. Sometimes I’d take a peek and listen for myself Didn’t get much of it, but it was fine with me. In dreams I walked with them along the streets With grand old buildings, markets, and loud kids. Would stop by the theatre, watched the play Mephisto... Dr. Faust I believe’s the name... The smells of wisdom, culture, penetrate the air Even Napoleon did once bow down and spared The whole town, don’t you know. It was my lady who had asked him so. Do come to Weimar, please, just call on me I’ll take you down the path of history Gingerbread houses, basking in the sun Beautiful gardens, castles, markets, all around. The cake, among the very best, and music Wouldn’t some Liszt now be quite fun? Return to:
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