Simply because I am late like floating smoke and
Passing clouds in the garden, to say nothing of
The State of Lu; sitting in the auditorium in the South,
Listening to the song of the serious doll, this does not mean
I cannot prosecute my war with Prussian wrath against
The serious moralistic conventical. But no.
Amply an episode in the days: promiscuous short-
Circuit. How the note bursts into the flashing puddle
After rain! he only laughs because he cannot
Equalise the afternoons in his native countryside where
We ghosts glide over the winter briars,
And the waters slide under the ice glistening,
Whilst urgent military dispatches like meteors are sent to cool
The servile spirit of the night-watchman state.
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