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Catman 51

He seems to me equal to a god

he, if one may say so, seems to surpass the gods,

who sitting on your opposite,

sees and he

but the tongue falters, a thin flame

floats down my limbs, by their own sound

the ears ring and covers

the eyes in twofold night

rest is awkward for you, Catman:

in rest you rave and are too merry

rest has yore destroyed both kings

and wealthy cities

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