Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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The father with a heay groan
Turns from his child. With a low moan
Upon her neck falls Gerda — nay,
Now lift her not ! 'tis clay to clay !
The father with a heay groan
Turns from his child. With a low moan
Upon her neck falls Gerda — nay,
Now lift her not ! 'tis clay to clay !