Loreley Midnight at a forlorn graveside A young girl kneels and cries Moonlight gleams off a headstone And the name reads "Loreley" Too young she left this world At the innocent age of eight Stolen away by the angels Marched through pearly gates Dont cry little girl so young Why are you out so late? Where are your parents? You only look about eight Midnight at a forlorn grave A little girl does cry Around her neck a locket An inscription "Loreley"
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