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Seven times have I despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.
The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.
The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.
And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.



Sind es Wellen sanfter Lüfte?
Sind es Wogen wonniger Düfte?
Wie sie schwellen, mich umrauschen
Soll ich atmen, soll ich lauschen?
Soll ich schlürfen, untertauchen?
Süss in Düften mich verhauchen In dem wogenden Schwall
In dem tönenden Schall
In des Weltatems Wehendem All
Ertrinken Versinken Unbewusst Höchste Lust


♥♥♥♥♥ its okay to love me;