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And he was unsatisfied, unfulfilled, he raged in tor It was for her to satisfy him: then let her do

it Let her not come with flowery handfuls of innocent love He

would throw these aside and tra He

would destroy her flowery, innocent bliss Was he not entitled

to satisfaction fro

desire, his soul a black torment of unfulfilment Let it be

fulfilled in hiiven

her her fulfilment Let her rise up and do her part

He was cruel to her But all the ti ashamed, he was more cruel For he was ashamed that he

could not come to fulfilment without her And he could not And

she would not heed him He was shackled and in darkness of

torain, to do his wood-carving But

his soul was too black He had destroyed his panel of Adaain, least of all nohilst he was

in this condition

For her there was no final release, since he could not be

liberated fro on through the trouble, like a war cloud

blown in the ueness, that her soul cried out on him, because he harried

her and wanted to destroy her

She had her moments of exaltation still, re-births of old

exaltations As she sat by her bedroo the