Whrend Nichts zeichnet nahe, wie ich unerbittlich frei meine Eitelkeit sehen kann. Meine Summe worthiness immer so klein, schwindet von kleiner zu kleiner zu berhaupt keinem.
Da grisly, behauptet Schicksal mich schlielich, wie mir Snden meiner Vergangenheit grievous scheinen! Wie scharf ein Gewissenhaftigkeitrand kommen kann zu sein! Wie erbarmungslos der Bagger des Gedchtnisses!
Ye die stolze der Masse wer Zhlimpuls Ihre Gewinne, was schtzen Sie des Wertes fr alle Ihre Schmerz? E'er Tod schlgt die Tr, Willen Sie, wie ich, Gesicht Schicksal zu und zhlt die Kerbe -- ZWECKLOSIGKEIT.
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