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62 * * ʨʫˋʰ ʯʩʸʲʣʸʲʮ ʲʨʬˋʸʥʠ , ʨʩʥʰ ʯʩʠ ʸʲʨʥʮ ʲʶʸˋʥʥʹ , ʸʩʮ ʳʬʲʤ ! ʭʩʠ ʸˋʰʸˋ˦ , ʭʩʠ ʯʩ˝ʹʸˋ˦ , ʭʩʠ ʢʰʩʬʹʸˌ˦ , ʨʩʥʨ ʭʥʶ ʭʩʠ ʢˌʬʹʸʲʣ ! ʪʩʠ ʯʥʠ , ʷʰˋʸʨʲʢ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʮ ʯʲʥʥʲʢ ʯʲʰ‫ٷ‬ʦ ʯʸʲʸʨ ʱˌʥʥ , ʨʩʥʸʡ ʯʩʩʮ ʣʰˋʹ ʯʥʠ , ʬʲʥʥ ʨʹʬʧʸˋ˦ ʯʲʷʰʩʸʨ , ʢʰˋʬ ʯʥʠ ʷʩʸʩʢ , ʱʲʡʩʬ ˋ ʩʥʥ - ʢʰˋʦʲʢ , ʯʩʩʥʥʲʢ ʱʡ‫ٷ‬ʥʥ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʦ , ʸʲʣʰʩʷ ʯʥ˦ ʯʢ‫ٷ‬ʥʥʹ ʱˌʣ , ʣʰ‫ٷ‬ʸ˦ ʯʥ˦ ʯʸʲʨʱʩʬ˦ ʱˌʣ ʯʩʩʡʲʢ ʯ‫ٷ‬ʦ ʪˌʰ . ʲʰʩʩʠ ʩʥʥ ʯʩʩʨʹ˦ʩʥʠ ʬʲʥʥ , ʷʰˋʸʷ ʯʲʥʥʲʢ ʢʰˋʬ ʦʩʠ ʱʔ ˌʥʥ , ʨʩʥʸʰʢʸˌʮ ʯʩʠ ʨʱʰʲ˝ʹʲʢ ʵʸˋʥʥʹ ˋ , ʥ ʭʩʥʸ ʯʥ˦ ʯʷʲ ʸʩ˦ ʲʬˋ ʥʶ ʯʷʥʡ ʪʩʦ ʬʲʥ ʯʲʢʰʩʦ ʯʥʠ , ʯʲʢʰʩʦ ʯʥʠ , ʯʡʲʬ ʭʥʶ ʯʲʢʰʩʦ ʯʥʠ ʡʩʥʬ ˋ ʯʸˋ˦ ʨʩʥʨ . 63 “PRIMEVAL MURDERESS NIGHT” Primeval murderess night, dark mother of necessity, help me! Seduce him, ensnare him, swallow him, hound him to death! And I, whose drink was tears, whose bread was shame, will drink myself senseless, greedily and long, as on a love song, on his wife’s wailing, the silence of his children, the whispering of his friends over his corpse. I will arise like someone who was long ill, a black spectre in the crimson dawn, I will bow down to the four corners of the earth and sing, and sing, and sing to life a hymn to death. ...

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