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Faust Part 1 by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
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Night. Open Country FAUST. MEPHISTOPHELES (Rushing along on black horses) What weave they yonder round the Ravenstone? I know not what they shape and brew. They're soaring, swooping, betiding, stooping. A witches' pack. They charm, they strew. On! On! |
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