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Tell no one, only the wise, 
because the crowd immediately mocks, 
I want to praise the living thing 
that longs for death in flames.

In the cooling nights of love, 
which begot you where you begot, 
strange feelings overtake you 
when the silent candle is lit.

You will no longer remain surrounded 
in the shadows of darkness, 
and you will be roused by a new desire 
for higher copulation.

No distance makes you difficult, 
you come flying and spellbound, 
and finally, eager for the light, 
you are a burnt butterfly.

And as long as you don't have this, 
this: die and become! 
Are you just a dreary guest 
On the dark earth.