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When we went for our walks Lilly's brother would come along every once in a while.

Karl was an almost exact copy of his father physically and it was strange to see the expected become the unexpected.

This huge hulk played the guitar and he would take it along on our walks and play for us as we sat alone in the woods or by the stream.

Karl played well and his favorite song was a Schubert lullaby.

He spoke no German but he could sing it and the words of the song were the only ones he knew in a foreign language.

The song, he said, was called `` The Stream's Lullaby '', and when he sang, `` Gute ruh, Gute ruh, Mach't die augen zu, '' there was such longing and such simple sadness that it frightened me.

Later, when I was older, I found the song was part of Schubert's Die Schone Mullerin.

And even hearing it in a concert hall surrounded by hundreds of people the words and the melody would make me a little colder and I would reach out for my husband's hand.