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Mignon
Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn ...? You know that land, her lemon groves in bloom? Dark foliage ofthe orange, gold in gloom? So soft a blowing air, so blue a sky Over the myrtle hushed, the laurel high? You know that land perhaps? Oh that's the way I'd go with you, my dearest-off today! You know that house, how tall the pillars stand? The halls all glossy, and the chambers grand? The marble shapes that eye me, where I go: "What's the world done, poor child, to hurt you so?" You know that house perhaps? Oh that's the way I'd go with you, my guardian-off today! You know that mountain and its cloudy track? The drifting haze, the mule-clop echoing back? -Old dragons and their brood in grottoes sprawl; Each rock's a cliff; each brook, a waterfall. You know the place perhaps? Oh that's the way Our journey urges! Father, off today!