Das Fräulein stand am MeereUnd seufzte lang und bang,Es rührte sie so sehreDer Sonnenuntergang.Mein Fräulein! sein Sie munter,Das ist ein altes Stück;Hier vorne geht sie unterUnd kehrt von hinten zurück.

-Heinrich Heine

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