Doch nach die ture du erreicht bedenk,
ob dies allein nicht
A paveway of graveyards, wetted by tears
reflecting the clouds that
Der Flugelflagel gaustert Durchs Wiruwaruwolz
die rote Fingur plaustert und grau
This is no god, this is but me a shivering
The flower spreads, and wisdom staggers clue dispersesmoreover sense has
Und uber das tal ziehen schatten so dunkelunwolken den schmitter,
Sinful rain bathing this narrow square soaking my vein, infolding
Oh grief, oh pain, delivering me to hopelessness,oh selfabsorbing perverse
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