Your tyrannous destiny, Love it—you're given no choice! 59 These alone free us from woes (Choose now I) Sudden death Or long-drawn-out love. 60 Of death we are sure, So why not be merry? 61 The worst of pleas I have hidden from you—that life grew tedious! Throw it away, that ye find it again to your taste! 62 Lonely days, Ye must walk on valorous feet! 63 Loneliness Plants naught, it ripens.... And
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