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When I put my tooth down

And when I’m dressed like a clown,

And than I laugh madly;

That is like I ware a crown

Of the rooster in the dawn

And some watch me sadly.


You, sad things,

You, hypocritic creatures,

When will you admit:

You are the kings

Of the arrogance , mures.

You better quit


Search for the compensation,

Satisfaction and the rights,

You will get all that never.

Scandals and frustration

Choke you like the tight tights

And they will forever.


I am the kind of forest ghost,

I am the forest spirit

Which lays the freedom,

And the eternal happiness the most;

Mighty Lord, let me bear it,

That crown of thy kingdom.



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