song of joy
I sing the grief with joy
Nothing about me anymore
The charm of melancholy
The sweetness that plagues
To the soul the frantic chance
Land which columbina
The laughter that gives rise
Fetching lamp
Or another vegetable idea
Those that exude us
And obsolete practice
Pusillanimous gives us anger
And for what happens
Lovelessly
The being, a being, who dies
To love hopelessly.
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