Eile, Bächlein, eile,
Ohne Rast und Weile,
Daß dir bald im Meere
Ruh´ beschieden wäre!

Fließet, fließt, ihr Tränen,
Bis der Tod, mein Sehnen
Kennt, und ich im Grabe
Ruh´ gefunden habe!

Sándor Petöfi
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