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"Once there was a king in Thulé, Who was until death always faithful, And in memory of his loved one Caused a cup of gold to be made." (Breaking off.) His manner was so gentle! 'Twas true politeness. (Resuming the song.) "Never treasure prized he so dearly, Naught else would use on festive days, And always when he drank from it, His eyes with tears would be o'erflowing."