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I entered the cage instead of a wild beast,...
I entered the cage instead of a wild beast,
Burned out my term and moniker by nail in barrack,
lived by the sea side and played the roulette,
had dinner, hell knows with whom, in a frock coat.
From the height of a glacier I watched half of the world,
three times was drowning and twice was ripped.
Left the country in which I was nursed.
A city can be made out of...
Friday 24th May 2013 8:19 pm
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