Ulenspiegel went to them, and shaking them, he said:
“How can you bury Ulenspiegel, the spirit, Nele, the heart of Mother Flanders? She too may sleep, but she cannot die. Come, Nele.”
And he went his way with her, singing his sixth song; but none know where he sang the last.
the end
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