| There is an old goat at my window-pane,
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| standing upright in a frock-coat,
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| somewhat earth-coloured and plain.
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| He is starring down at me …
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| and the place where i have chosen to hide …
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| in the futile attempt to dissolve …
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| I discovered this cell as a child.
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| There is a medicine-case, he calls 'being',
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| which the goat carries under his arm.
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| He says, if i only allow him to enter —
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| I shall never come come to any harm.
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| He is giving quite an importance to his frrightning and urgent concern, he says:
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| 'I have come to be your transformer…
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| I’m your doctor, half goat and half man.'
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| He says that this house will soon crumble,
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| and that I am going to suffer as it falls.
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| He says: 'Let me in now and I’ll be your savior…
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| I’m your healer … whith hooves and horns!' |