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Erlkönig
Who is riding so late through dark and wind?It is the father with his child.He has the boy snug in his armsHe holds him safely; he keeps him warm.'My son, why are you scared and hiding your face?''Father—can't you see the Erlking, the Erlkingwith crown and robe?''My son, it is a wisp of cloud.''You, darling child, come, go with me!