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Beginning of time about I never think

What does it mean one word to dree.

Why must I dree my weird, and why

I must be living so sad a life?

Behind I do not want to see,

But the future what is presenting me?

I do not know. Let me live

And say to the troubles mine: “good bye!”

I can be very patient, when

Come grief and misery, also troubles with them.

But I am tired, – always to wait

And ask the sky: when will leave me the night?

When the Sun for me at noon will shine,

And morning star bring the time nice?

I very much need beautiful advice, —

So rarely get it. How pretentious life is,

Had pretended – doesn’t hear me, nor see,

And doesn’t want to know about troubles around me.

I’ll call you, life, give the look one

Myself shall have presented some

Of the wonderful and thankful words —

About your gifts. First of the old

Forgotten word to dree, of course!