The man came down with a crash
He made a charge for admission

Running from wall to wall
Kill him or wet your pilow!

At dusk the exploited ones
Made their silent conspiracy

Ears caught words
from the wind
Revolutionized
their resistance

The omittance of their duties
And the crosses on the casket

Caused the storm of destruction
Over the world-worn continent

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Where I once wasted too much of my time

Nothing has been
heard of me for so long
That they may well
think me dead...

I live alone in my heaven,
In my devotion, in my song>>*

The ruins became the new scenery
We thought they no longer smiled

Now it has escaped their notice
May the pester us again!

*(Friedrich Rückert 1788-1866)