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Good night, you dear angel

Good night, you dear angel! 

Oh, if it is you, if you are not, then open all the veins of your white body,

that the hot foaming blood from a thousand beautiful fountains inject,

so I want to see you and drink from the thousand sources,

until I am intoxicated and your death with to rejoice in raging frenzy,

all your blood and mine in tears are crying again, until your heart rises again and you trust me,

because mine lives in your pulse. 

Oh, if you knew me, you would lose the courage to love me, whom you can not believe because you do not know me. -

I know so much that it breaks my heart to say it, but speaking is a slow totemic, and if you lie in my arms for only one night,

you should hatch my love on your warm breasts and you would know everything . 

what I know, and did not have to worry about anything I can say because I want. 

Truly, dear child, virtue is tender and one can not speak to it, youth should learn from life, oh dear youth,

why can not I teach you, right, you do not love me? 

Yes, people do, you do it too, because you also believe what people know is bad and the secret good. 

It may seem strange to you at these words, for you like all sorts of things that one should not,

dear poor two-legged angels in hell, and you, Gunderödchen, in the Frauleinstift, how much I love you devil and their angel; 

my heart is not a poor soul: all this I write in a sweet turning intoxication, the moonlit night and the spring have not shied, 

In front of my eyes to accomplish the sweet and sacred life's work, and not to lose the consciousness of such lust,

they have broken the sigh of their love at the echo of my bosom, and as they embraced, they turned into a golden, sweet, bitter,

voluptuous serpent, who surrounded me with the living, oppressive, twitching fetters of her body. 

So I sat on the mountain and looked into the wide valley, which threw itself like a light mountain on my heart, and then

I tore off my clothes, that the embrace was chubby, like lightning fast and electric, the golden snake bites into me

Heart and wriggled up in me as in tortuous pleasure, they poisoned me with divine life and in me was another life,

it pulls me with resulting resistance through veins and Mark, 

and the serpent traversed the wound and now joyfully and lovingly curls around my heart, it is too much that I have. 

So I bite my veins and I want to give it to you, but you should have done it and suck. 

Do not open your veins Gunderödchen, I want to bite you. Oh,

I'm an Arabian steed, why not, if I had you here and you celebrate such weddings next to me,

then moonlit and spring should be the echo that I was to them. 

(If you do not understand me, write me so I will not write anymore.) why not,

if I had you here and you celebrate such weddings beside me,

then moonlit and spring should be the echo that I was to them. 

(If you do not understand me, write me so I will not write anymore.) why not,

if I had you here and you celebrate such weddings beside me, then moonlit and spring should be the echo that I was to them. 

(If you do not understand me, write me so I will not write anymore.)

Write me quite reasonable letters, dear angel, and if you can love me, do it, not a drop of such sweet wine should be lost. 

I drink your health with every look I take in the spring, and every one of my thoughts about you is a health I get for springtime. 

If you are dear, I must love you, that is the love being, my being and your being. 

Farewell and have the courage to cry only because you are not with me in the flesh but only in your thoughts,

for both are one, and only in the Lord's Supper we enjoy the God, for all the Word must become flesh, even that word of Love.

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