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I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!
Angels—twice descending
Reimbursed my store—
Burglar! Banker—Father!
I am poor once more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.......incredible poem with a great theme ★