Sorge des Melancholischen Herzens
Affinity of dead leaves fall lightly,
And stabbed, did the night to me
A dagger of pain and infamy,
Where laughter sure fills thee
Who can predict my old sorrows?
To come and conquer all old plight,
Anew begin my hidden woes,
Far beyond the Jackal’s sight
Heightened till their sound is vile,
Summoning souls across a dark sky
Where they race deformed and bile,
For they live oft for a wholesome lie
Dark are the corners of bodily disposition
Run away, seek to live yon life
Head bowed, I keep this dreaded position;
Where courage is beckoning my strife
Waft dandelion of petulant hue,
Eddie on to the paths of enlightenment,
Where the horizon is stained of blue
And where Gabriel slain bereavement
Go on poppy of temper divine,
Swim towards the patches of hibiscus
Let me, drunken and sick, drink this wine
And let me lie at an opulent foot of Venus.
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Submission Name: Sorge des Melancholischen Herz
