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Leave me. Forget ... Like a rope there coils around me my longing for thee .
I dare not pull the rope with my own hand, to accelerate the end .
Indoors and on the streets my glance turns to everyone I meet: — Tighten somebody the noose!
But nobody sees. To thee I shall have to return and beg: Strangle me!
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