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Over the mountains breaks now the sunlight,
The lambs' bells tinkle across the plain;
My darling, my lamb, my sunlight, my one light,
I long to look on thee once again!
With straining eyes I gaze at thy shutters;
Farewell, my child, I must part from thee!
In vain, in vain—not a curtain flutters!
She lies still asleep,—and dreams of me!
The lambs' bells tinkle across the plain;
My darling, my lamb, my sunlight, my one light,
I long to look on thee once again!
With straining eyes I gaze at thy shutters;
Farewell, my child, I must part from thee!
In vain, in vain—not a curtain flutters!
She lies still asleep,—and dreams of me!
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