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I dont know what it could mean,
that Im so sad: I find,
A fairy-tale, from times unseen,
Wont vanish from my mind.
The air is cool and it darkens,
And quiet flows the Rhine:
The tops of the mountains sparkle,
In evenings after-shine.
The loveliest of maidens,
Shes wonderful, sits there,
Her golden jewels glisten,
She combs her golden hair.
She combs it with a comb of gold,
And sings a song as well:
Its strangeness too is old
And casts a powerful spell.
It grips the boatman in his boat
With a wild pang of woe:
He only looks up to the heights,
Cant see the rocks below.
The waves end by swallowing
The boat and its boatman,
Thats what, by her singing,
The Lorelei has done. |
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