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a Glass Floor Underfoot - 7. Now the sound can die
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Nun stirbt ein Klang
Am gläsernen Boden vergleitend.
Oh Schatten lange und bang,
Am Rand der Erde schreitend,
Vergiß mich hinab,
Es jagt mit den Wolken den reinen
Sturmhirten mich mit dem Stab,
Bei verstoßnen Engeln zu weinen. [i]
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Now the sound can die,
Skitt'ring over a silent glass floor.
O fearless shadows on high,
Striding to the edge of Earth once more,
Casting me downward,
It chases pure with clouds trajected
Like crooked staffs from a storm-shepherd,
To cull from the angels rejected.
A still from F. W. Murnau's 1926 film Faust
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