From Deathfugue

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night

we drink you at morning and midday we drink you at evening

we drink and we drink

A man lives in the house he plays with his vipers he writes

he writes when it grows dark to Deutschland your golden hair Margareta

Your ashen hair Shulamith we shovel a grave in the air where you won't lie too cramped

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