Tag: angel of death
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Spring 1942
And lo and behold Spring has indeed arrived – / Hey, sky – be joyful. Be joyful – / you’re fresh, newborn, and lie in a blue golden cradle / rocked by the gentle wind.
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The Poor Singer
Oh, poor foolish singer / you are not yet good at your work / Does your song echo there? / you crawl only to wealthy yards