Just a little piece of heart?
Give it all up!
Be crazy
Dance to the Fox Trot with the wolves;
the lust of werewolves.
Sleepless nights howling at the moon,
waiting for the reward of love.
In the steppe, you will feel lost;
And in the mount, alone.
"On top of the world or in the depths of despair":
so sang your fate...
Does a god ever have mercy on you
and reverse your frenzy, fitless between bourgeois,
wolf-man lost in the steppe, aimlessly unsound!
Neither salsa nor rock nor trail of immortal stars reaches you.
Damned!
Doomed Steppenwolf.
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