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Seething over inwardly With fierce indignation, In my bitterness of soul, Hear my declaration. I am of one element, Levity my matter, Like enough a withered leaf For the winds to scatter.
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Since the soul in me is dead, Better save the skin.
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When the hour is nigh me, Let me in a tavern die, With a tankard by me.
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Hither, thither, masterless Ship upon the sea, Wandering through the ways of air, Go the birds like me. Bound am I by ne’er a bond, Prisoner to no key, Questing go I for my kind, Find depravity.
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Whatsoever Venus bids Is a joy excelling, Never in an evil heart Did she make her dwelling.
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