testimony I expect
Gloomy mephist of you.
Confess your preoccupy them
Gloomy mephist in me.
Tear wounds of sadness as valleys of suffering in my mountain of cheerfulness,
Scherst werder up of pain,
nor the blood shed inches.
Tell me mephist,
Why the anger? Where do the
Umnächtigkeit of your being,
The pallor of the note which glows slowly in me.
Attest Geschwind.
Attest Vanish.
Let the seed of hope, the will to flower of my life pass away, not in the wilderness
your nothingness.
extinguished the fire in my soul you are taking shape,
dry up the source of the sadness of my lungs robs the air
with me on wings of listlessness in the nest of the doubt.
PZ'10
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