Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
The western ones can only ring a bell
But when the chiming tolls all men arise
And stumble over hell to paradise.
The mask of Eros totters round your knees
The incidence of everything is crunching
And in your brain you test the numbers of the circus of the fleas.
My legs are limb but where I suffer most
Is when I hear the rumble of dismay
Of those who God turns back from clod to clay.
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