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In Blissful Dream, In Silent Night, There Came To Me, With Magic Might, With Magic Might, My Own Sweet Love, Into My Little Room Above.

Glow-worms On The Ground Are Moving, As If In The Torch-dance Circling.

Everywhere That A Great Soul Gives Utterance To Its Thoughts, There Also Is A Golgotha.

The Nightingale Appear'd The First, And As Her Melody She Sang, The Apple Into Blossom Burst, To Life The Grass And Violets Sprang.

I Live, Which Is The Main Point.