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Erst ließ Freude mich nicht schlafen
dann hielt Kummer nachts die Wacht.
Als mich beide nicht mehr trafen
schlief ich. Aber ach, es bracht
jeder Maienmorgen mir Novembernacht.

B. Brecht

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And oft I thought (my fancy was so strong)
That I at last a resting-place had found;
"Here will I dwell," said I, "my whole life long,
Roaming the illimitable waters round:
Here will I live:—of every friend disown'd,

And end my days upon the ocean flood."—
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.

W. Wordsworth