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Brahms Johannes
Where art thou hasting, proud oneA merry soldierA bonnie black
eyed maiden gayMy maiden's lipO could I but this afternoonI stood upon the mountainA master and his mann did rideThere was a margraveMy fondest thoughtsNeath willow treesI'll ever gay and merr beO mother, I want somethingHow can I op'n your chamber
doorAnd when the moon her face doth coverThere lived an old fiddlerThou my only lightAt eventide I cannot sleep Lovely eyes with loving powerI know a maidenA lime tree standsIn silent night |
