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I Die of Thirst Beside the Fountain

I die of thirst beside the fountain I'm hot as fire, with shaking teeth In my own country I'm in distant land Beside the blaze I'm shivering in flames Naked as a worm, dressed like a president I laugh in tears with hope and despair I cheer up after feeling sad and hopelessness I'm joyful and no pleasure's anywhere I'm powerful and lack all power and strength Warmly welcomed, but always turned away. I'm sure of nothing but that is uncertain Find nothing obscure but the obvious Doubt nothing but the certainties Knowledge to me is cheer comfort I keep winning but remain the loser At dawn I say 'God bless and good night.' Lying down I'm afraid of falling I'm rich I haven't a penny I await an inheritance; I'm no one's heir Warmly welcomed, but always turned away. I always work and labour hard To acquire goods I don't even want Kind words irritate me most He who speaks true deceives me worst A friend is someone who makes me think A white swan is a black crow The people who harm me think they help Lie and truth today I see through them I remember everything, my mind's a blank Warmly welcomed, but always turned away. Merciful may it be to please you know who I understand much and have no wit learning I'm biased against all laws impartially What do I do next? Redeem my pawn goods! Warmly welcomed, but always turned away.

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