Friedhof Fluntern

Wo sich die Wege trennen.
Im friedlichen Friedhof oberhalb der Stadt. 03.09.2015
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DSC 8184 DSC 8185 DSC 8194 DSC 8196 DSC 8197  All day I hear the noise of waters 
Making moan, 
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going 
Forth alone, 
He hears the winds cry to the water's 
Monotone. 

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing 
Where I go. 
I hear the noise of many waters 
Far below. 
All day, all night, I hear them flowing 
To and fro.  "James Joyce" DSC 8198
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