الكلمات الأصلية
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Remove the tears
And the thrill they give
And melancholy (melancholy)
Will become a burden
Rather than a strength
Devastates me
Divides me
Among gods
I crawl
In a condition
Forced upon me
Freedom a straining thought
Uncomplete
Fling salt in my eyes
So that the inner well
May drain away
And my visit stand visible
Before me
Restless
I realize what I have summoned
Hear the death-conscious moan
The world Monotone is now the nervous one
The world Monotone is now the nervous one
