Wцrter des Sohns des Teufels
Aelia Capitolina
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Time wears out affections.
I hope to be missed.
Your presence on my wing.
Arise from my sickness.
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My hopes, eclipsed by failures.
Dismal moments fall on me.
A terrible sobbing
Echoed through my own house.
