Poem - Poem by Georg Trakl
A pious song came to me here:
You simple heart, you holy blood,
O take from me such an evil fervor!
There it was heard and laments no more!
My heart is heavy of every sin
And is exhausted in evil fervor,
And does not plead to the holy blood,
And is so mute and empty of tears.
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