Night. Open Country |
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Night. Open Country
Night. Open Country
Faust. Mephistopheles
(Rushing along on black horses)
Faust
What weave they yonder round the Ravenstone?
Mephistopheles
I know not what they shape and brew.
Faust
They`re soaring, swooping, bending, stooping.
Mephistopheles
A witche`s pack.
Faust
They charm, they strew.
Mephistopheles
On! On!
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