The Valkyrie
Heavily hangs in thy arms? | |
Siegmund
Looking up at her bitterly.
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Malicious, merciless maid!
Then gloat and feast thyself full!
But of Walhall’s loveless raptures |
Brünnhilde |
Siegmund, thy wife be my charge, |
Siegmund |
While my wife is living shall guard her.
I will slay the slumberer first! |
Brünnhilde
With increaſing emotion.
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That she carries of thee and thy love! |
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