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Good-night! Good-night! Sweet dreams to-night be thine;
To-morrow, Svanhild, thou art plighted mine!
[Goes out quickly to the right; from the water the Chorus is heard again.
Chorus.
Maybe I shall shatter my roaming bark,
But it's passing sweet to be roaming!
[The boat slowly glides away as the curtain falls.
