he traveled from floor to floor on
from country to country
Pulled mountain and lake
he
related to every strand of
to happiness
sound
seel'losen favor is he
Flown by zeal in fear
he is shackled prisoners of fear in pursuit
, gagged
his goal in the lightless light
to grip was like out of reach.
Depending beginning of happiness,
buried in the kneeling appearance,
after they cry or tomorrow, they
umsingen still today,
succeed the hapless fortune
.
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