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On the clouds the moon is pillowed,
Like a monster orange gleaming,
Moving o'er the dusky sea,
One broad streak of golden beaming.

All alone I pace the shore,
Where the snowy surf is breaking,
Hearing many a dulcet word,
Dulcet through the waters speaking.

But my heart must fain speak out,
For the night is long and weary:
“Come, fair water-nymphs, and bring
Eerie songs and dances cerie.

“Lay my head upon your laps;
Soul and body I deliver;
Kiss and sing me to my death,
Kiss my life from me for ever.”
Author of original: 
Heinrich Heine
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