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In der Palästra |
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As through the pipes the waters fell |
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down to the bottom of the well, |
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in listless apathy I gazed |
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at the cold waters … - as he bathed. |
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I half behold that scenery and its most sensual masculinity. |
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Yet, disappointment, oh, can't you see, |
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is still the cause and the cardinal symptom of my sick, sad reality. |
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Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. |
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I'm shyly sipping water … while he drinks whole jugs of wine. |
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He likes all kind of women, and I … I only hate … men. |
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He marvels at all things new to him … - |
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and I only wait … |
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for all things in this sick world to end |
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The water pouring down his spine, |
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caressed his strong physique, oh, so well-defined, |
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calm like a rock he stands, oh, behold his body and soul |
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a friendly God must have built this man to an all well-balanced whole. |
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What sad bewilderment this brought, |
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physical clearness, alas ... |
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still so much abhorred: |
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an ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me: |
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it was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal of perfect neutrality. |
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Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine. |
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I'm shyly sipping water… while he drinks whole jugs of wine. |
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He likes all kind of women, and I … I only hate… men. |
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He marvels at all things new to him… - |
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and I only wait… |
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for all things in this sick world… to end. |
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I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man, |
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he never knew or encountered the hatred and shame that I bare. |
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The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread, |
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and if I told him about it, he might only shake his head |
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with kindly amused, melodious laughter, |
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he then would perhaps merely smile at my … |
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oh, so stupid silliness … |
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and the beast that is raging inside. |
