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 Cries and amazement—music stops—
 * They all rush to help the bride.

Where is the man? The unknown guest!
 * Away! Dark is the night to hide!

The music plays—the dance has ceased,
 * All joy has now passed for aye.

To endless rest they bore the bride,
 * In the dance she passed away.