Hör, es klang die Flöte wieder,
und die kühlen Brunnen rauschen!
Golden weh’n die Töne nieder,
stille, stille, laß uns lauschen!

Holdes Bitten, mild Verlangen,
wie es süß zum Herzen spricht!
Durch die Nacht, die dich umfangen,
blickt zu mir der Töne Licht!

Clemens Brentano
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