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- The child that is clasping
- Thy knees crush dead;
- Tread down thy dear one
- And shatter the maid;
- Let her body perish,
- Pierced by thy spear,
But, cruel one, expose her not
To this crying shame!
[With wild ecſtasy.
- O cause a fire
- To burn at thy bidding,
- With flame fiercely flaring
- Girdle the rock,
- And may its tongue lick,
- And may its tooth eat
The coward who, daring, rashly
Approaches the terrible spot!
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| Wotan
Overcome and deeply ſtirred, turns quickly
towards Brünnhilde, raises her from her knees and looks into her eyes with emotion.
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- Farewell, thou valiant,
- Glorious child!
- Thou the most holy
- Pride of my heart,
Farewell! Farewell! Farewell!
Paſſionately.
- Must we be parted?
- Shall I never more
- Give thee love’s greeting?
- Must thou no longer
- Gallop beside me,
Nor bring me mead at banquet?
- If I must lose thee,
- Whom I have loved so,
The laughing delight of my eyes,
- For thee there shall burn
- A bridal fire brighter
Than ever yet burned for a bride!
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