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AY sees her smiling, smiling, But when the sun has set, Night bears her weeping, weeping.

The mountains are dear to me, I was young in the mountains, I had a golden chain and a silver necklace, My feet were light in the dance, and my heart was lighter yet, I love the mountains!

Every evening now my heart says to me,— "Where are thy light feet? "The feet that bore me so swiftly, when I throbbed in the dance!" I make no answer.

Every evening now my heart says to me,— "Where is thy sweet voice? "The voice that sang my songs, my sweetest songs of gladness!" I make no answer.