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I want the mirror, which is dark
And does not show a thing,
To tell me - where your bark
Will go and where you will be.

I see: a mast of a big ship,
And you are on its deck...
A steaming train... which zips
Away without check -

The evening leas all wrapped in dew
Beyond them ravens fly...
- I bless you, dear friend, adieu,
Farewell, good bye!