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A poor laborer dragged on the day of his life away miserably, and yet he placed eighty years back. What he always wanted to sigh, nothing was different: Dear Death, come at last! - Revenues me at last, my death!
The death heard him and came.
The laborer was frightened, and bath: only three more years, my death! - - Rather death, only three more years.
Dreyer came after years of death again, and poor laborers bath turn to three years.
Why, said the last death. You people call upon me, if you do not me see, and when I come, then you fear me. I will assault you from hinfür ohnegfähr.
die from that day let the people if they suspect at least.
The death heard him and came.
The laborer was frightened, and bath: only three more years, my death! - - Rather death, only three more years.
Dreyer came after years of death again, and poor laborers bath turn to three years.
Why, said the last death. You people call upon me, if you do not me see, and when I come, then you fear me. I will assault you from hinfür ohnegfähr.
die from that day let the people if they suspect at least.
Heinrich Braun
attempt in prose fables and stories
from the first book
Munich, 1772
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