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WORLD'S ATTAINMENT
A Lorelei full fair she sits
Above the Stream of Life that rolls;
And, hope-thrilled, with her wild harp knits
To her from year to year men's souls.
Above the Stream of Life that rolls;
And, hope-thrilled, with her wild harp knits
To her from year to year men's souls.
They hear her harp, they hear her song,
Behold her beauty throned on high,
And gazing on her, sweep along,
Strike on the rocks and sink and die.
Behold her beauty throned on high,
And gazing on her, sweep along,
Strike on the rocks and sink and die.
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