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me, Sun, thou gentle Sun,
 * Why thou dost mourning go?

And wherefore thou dost shine on us,
 * A people full of woe?

Where, where’s our prince, our army? He
 * To Otto’s court is gone;—

Who from the foe our land shall free
 * Thus orphan’d and alone?