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THE house is silent, it is late at night, I am alone. / From the balcony / I can hear the Isar moan, / Can see the white / Rift of the river eerily, between the pines, under / a sky of stone.
Some fireflies drift through the middle air / Tinily.
I wonder where / Ends this darkness that annihilates me.