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Mosel Valley called me back Big Silver bird took me there Winged me through the miles Saw Mosel River from the air Felt the pull felt the call On Hunsruck ground Sat in the car Looked all around Landscapes remembered Mosel Valley drawing near First glimpse of Mosel River Then Father Mosel I am here No tension At peace Father Mosel Brings release I picked your grapes From the vine After a glass Of last year's wine Fingers rich With the taste Licked free of juice None gone to waste If I still live I will be here For my harvest ‘s wine This time next year No tension At peace Father Mosel Brings release Mosel Valley calls me back I can hear you it seems Talking gently to me In my waking dreams Mosel Valley call me back Big Silver bird will take me there Wing me through the miles Smell Mosel Valley clean clear air No tension At peace Father Mosel Brings release Vote for this poem
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