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Hello, My Heart! Hello, my heart! Enough barrel-organ grinding! My poems fall deaf and heavy Like silver-coins from one of those folks Crying in a heap of red gold, who Sold their god Or a friend.77 Hello, my heart! Which devil did you sell me to, To make the mice run out of my house? I dwell in such dread: Without God, Without bread. But one last longing still flickers out, Like the last star in a July night That does not want to fall from the sky Until the great dawning. Although my eyes are sated with bitterness, And every step, Every shout, Every gaze, Even the gentle bee-wind flying before my window Throws into my pane The tale about the wolf and the kid, That same tale about the wolf and the kid. Hello, my heart, The barrel organ rasps! 1932 253 x njpm twV D^13 ay m i D I : T^D t?DKn n oxn 254 ...

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