Hunched-over shoulders bent from the wings, In singing cut, into baked-over flame He let his soul go like a swan. Fall then, O fall then, copper heavy! Wings are ordained correctly: To fly! Lips, that have shouted the word: Respond! - They know, that this is not there - to die...
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