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MELCHIOR: The pack won't follow me here.鈥斺€擶hile they are searching the brothels I can get my breath and discover how much I have accomplished.
Coat in tatters, pockets empty鈥斺€擨'm not safe from the most harmless.鈥斺€擨 must try to get deeper into the wood to-morrow.
I have trampled down a cross鈥斺€擡ven to-day the flowers are frozen!鈥斺€擳he earth is cold all around鈥斺€�
In the domain of the dead!鈥斺€�
To climb out of the hole in the roof was not as hard as this road!鈥斺€擨t was only there that I kept my presence of mind鈥斺€�
I hung over the abyss鈥斺€攅verything was lost in it, vanished鈥斺€擮h, if I could have stayed there.
Why she, on my account!鈥斺€擶hy not the guilty!鈥斺€擨nscrutable providence!鈥斺€擨 would have broken stones and gone hungry!鈥斺€擶hat is to keep me straight now?鈥斺€擮ffense follows offense. I am swallowed up in the morass. I haven't strength left to get out of it鈥�
I was not bad!鈥斺€擨 was not bad!鈥斺€擨 was not bad!鈥斺€擭o mortal ever wandered so dejectedly over graves before.鈥斺€擯ah!鈥斺€擨 won't lose courage! Oh, if I should go crazy鈥斺€攄uring this very night!
I must seek there among the latest ones!鈥斺€擳he wind pipes on every stone in a different key鈥斺€攁n anguishing symphony!鈥斺€擳he decayed wreaths rip apart and swing with their long threads in bits about the marble crosses鈥斺€擜 wood of scarecrows!鈥斺€擲carecrows on every grave, each more gruesome than the other鈥斺€攁s high as houses, from which the devil runs away.鈥斺€擳he golden letters sparkle so coldly鈥斺€擳he weeping willows groan and move their giant fingers over the inscriptions鈥斺€�
A praying angel鈥斺€攁 tablet.
The clouds throw their shadows over it.鈥斺€擧ow the wind hurries and howls!鈥斺€擫ike the march of an army it drives in from the east.鈥斺€擭ot a star in the heavens鈥斺€�
Evergreen in the garden plot?鈥斺€擡vergreen?鈥斺€擜 maiden鈥斺€�
HERE RESTS IN GOD Wendla Bergmann, born May 5, 1878, died from Anemia, October 27, 1892. Blessed are the Pure of Heart
And I am her murderer. I am her murderer!鈥斺€擠espair is left me鈥斺€擨 dare not weep here. Away from here!鈥斺€擜way鈥斺€�
Wedekind, Frank. Spring Awakening: A Children鈥檚 Tragedy. Trans. Francis J. Ziegler, 1910. https://www.gutenberg.org/files/35242/35242-h/35242-h.htm
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