Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
The Anti-Christ once came to our town
We heard him preaching in the market place
He looked so tired with his drowsy face
We didn’t think it worthwhile just to frown.
Have you not been a somewhat shady wretch?
I asked my shadow in the blinking noon,
„Not quite“, he said, „your life is like some sketch
By someone painting with a coffee spoon.“
The wind, the wind! now blowing from the east
And frozen souls like in a heavy gust
Are swirling in a headless kind of feast
That keeps on moving through a realm of dust.
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