| In einer dunklen Stunde, ach,
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| Alle Stunden sind dunkel hier.
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| Aus einem Becher von zartestem Flieder
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| Trinken wir Tee — allein mit mir.
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| «My name is BROKEN CHALICE and leaden
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| I am filled all the way up to the brim;
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| Filled with sadness, and with misery,
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| And the most terrible of things.
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| Very soon I might overflow I fear,
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| As I am filled with so much anger…
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| And far too many tears».
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| These words come from the depth of my discontent,
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| To testify to you of the displeasure
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| That I harbour against the world — and therefore myself.
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| Hush, here lies truth, sweet child, in all its obvious simplicity.
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| A long time ago it seems
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| The boy has come to an agreement with himself,
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| To remain in this wretched life for as long as It hasn’t reached the point of becoming totally… unbearable.
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| Yes, he was prepared to tolerate
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| The bleakness of all things, of darkness,
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| Even nothingness itself,
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| All of this perhaps only to prove
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| That life really isn’t worth an effort,
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| That an early VOLUNTARY DEATH is absolutely ALWAYS justified.
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| Yes, I DO confess.
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| I have a secret wish:
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| I often dream of dying,
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| To dissolve completely,
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| To simply vanish, so that nothing,
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| Not a single grain, would ever remain of me.
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| No spark, no energy, no further existence for me,
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| But most of all: NO REBIRTH!!!
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| Alas, if I had this chance, this possibility,
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| How free from worries could I be,
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| If I only had this ONE guarantee…
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| That there would be NO MORE tomorrows lying in wait for me… |