As a white stone in the well`s cool deepness, There lays in me one wonderful remembrance. I am not able and don`t want to miss this: It is my torture and my utter gladness. I think, that he whose look will be directed Into my eyes, at once will see it whole. He will become more thoughtful and dejected Than someone, hearing a story of a dole. I knew: the gods turned once, in their madness, Men into things, not killing humane senses. You`ve been turned in to my reminiscences To make eternal the unearthly sadness.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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