The black queen of the south
The pearls I gave her
She like a scepter wears:
And in her eyes
The glistening of tears
Like autumn paling rains
And miry summer-days
Now trickling appears
How my happiness is brimming
Like beer, warm beer
A-boiling in Bavarian jugs!
And in the distant garden by
The first red of the dusk appears.
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