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«King of Spinningwheel should know
That you are his son’s son
Swaddling of gold enfolds you,
A golden cradle rocks you,
And I would keep you all night long.
Sleep my love, to my cradle song.
All the while the fairies were dancing, they looked
out of the window and said:
«No rooster is crowing,
No clock is striking;
The hour has not yet come – not yet!» _
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