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To Himself
Now will you rest forever,
My tired heart. Dead is the last
Deception,
That I thought eternal. Dead. Well I
Feel
In us the sweet illusions,
Nothing but ash, desire burned out.
Rest forever. You have
Trembled enough. Nothing is worth
Thy beats, nor does the earth
Deserve
Thy sighs. Bitter and dull
Is life, there is nought else. The
World is clay.
Rest now. Despair
For the last time. To our kind, Fate
Gives but death. Now despise
Yourself, nature, the sinister
Power that secretly commands our
Common ruin,
And the infinite vanity of
Everything.
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