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There's a sad sort of clangingFrom the clock in the hallAnd the bells in the steeple, tooAnd up in the nurseryAn absurd little birdIs popping out to say cuckoo(Cuckoo, cuckoo)Cuckoo! Regretfully they tell usCuckoo! But firmly they compel usTo say good byeCuckoo!To youSo long, farewellAuf Wiedersehen, goodnightI hate to go and leave this pretty sightSo long, farewellAuf Wiedersehen, adieuAdieu, adieuTo you and you and youSongtexteSo long, farewellAuf Weidersehen, goodbyeWe flit, we floatWe fleetly flee, we flySo long, farewellAuf Weidersehen, goodbyeThe sun has goneTo bed and so must IGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbye Aus Songtexte Mania