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Beneath thee the waters

Are rapidly flowing.

The vehement Uhltav

His stream urges onward:

And there on the borders

Of crystal Uhltava,

The foliage o'erhanging,

Spreads out its dark shadows;

The nightingale lonely

Sings gratulant music,

Or sorrowful music,

As joy or as sorrow

Has place in her bosom—

O were I the songster

Deep, deep in the forest

My wings should convey me,

To roam with my lov'd one

Late, late in the evening,

When Love is inspiring

All life, all creation,