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LORELEI
I don't know what I long for.
My soul finds no peace.
I cannot forget for a moment
The legends of bygone years.
A cool breeze blows. It darkens.
The river flows in silence.
The mountain peak glows
Above the Rhine in the evening fire.
A girl in a light dress
Sits above the steep cliff,
And her hair shines like gold
Under her golden comb.
She combs her golden hair
And sings a song.
And the song is full
Of magical power and strength.
A swimmer in a defenseless boat
Looks with longing into the heights.
He rushes towards the granite cliffs,
But he sees only her.
And the cliffs are all the steeper,
And the waves are steeper and more fierce.
And, surely, the song will destroy
The swimmer and Lorelei's boat.
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I will leave my vote against Lorelei.
I probably won't have time to revote before the end of the day, although anything is possible.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made