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PHANTASUS: 7, 12 by ARNO HOLZ

First Line: MY SPRINGTIME, A SOBBING HUNGER
Last Line: A LAKE OF MIST?

My springtime, a sobbing hunger,
my summer, a hot struggle—
what
will my autumn be?

A tardy golden sheaf?

a lake of mist?



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