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<nazwa_utworu>The End of the 19th Century</nazwa_utworu>








<strofa>A curse?... But only savages in pain/
abuse their god that's hiding in the air./
An irony?... but how can you compare/
most dreadful scorns with every day's disdain?</strofa>


<strofa>Contempt?... but only fools despise the weight/
that is too heavy for their feeble arms./
Despair?... so hearing danger's grim alarms/
just like a scorpion we end our fate?</strofa>


<strofa>Struggle?... but how an ant succeed in strife/
when thrust upon a rail before the train?/
Resignation?... but can there be less pain/
when we acquiesce to the butcher's knife?</strofa>


<strofa>The future life?... The stars who can explore,/
and who can guess the ending of the world?/
Joy?... but at the bottom of our souls lie furled,/
those thoughts that mid enjoyment cry for more.</strofa>


<strofa>So what is left? In all the faiths of yore/
we find no comfort. Things for us are clear./
What is your shield against the evil's spear,/
man of the fin-de-siècle?... He spoke no more.</strofa>



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