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Over blooming woods and meadows
Broods the waning summer twilight;
From the skies the golden moonbeams
Dart their light among the shadows.

Grasshoppers chirp by the river,
And a movement stirs the water;
And the loiterer hears the ripple,
Hears the very silence quiver.

To the stream the wood nymph tender
Shyly comes to bathe her beauty;
In the golden moonbeams glisten
Neck and arm so white and slender.
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Heinrich Heine
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