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With wine and being lost, with
less and less of both:
I rode through the snow, do you read me,
I rode God far–I rode God
near, he sang,
our last ride over
the hurdled humans.
They cowered when
they heard us
lied our neighing
(translated from the German by Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh)
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