Black Cat
Black Cat
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As I look back
He was my favourite cat
Our friendship lasted for several years
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Drinking made me mad
Cut out the eye of the cat
Possessed by the fury of the demon
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Couldn’t bear to see
Hung it to a tree
Aware of the terrible sin
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A fire followed my act
A white figure of the cat!
And a rope about the animals neck
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Tamen demens et me ipsum
Non sum ego ne sommare
I am not mad yet
And very surely I do not dream
I am not mad yet
I am not mad
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After drinking and a spat,
brought home another cat
The very creature of which I was in search
Black with a splotch of white,
looking like the other, quite
Deprived of one of its eyes
But the thought of sin,
let the evil win
Evil thoughts became my soul intimates
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Tamen demens et me ipsum
Non sum ego ne sommare
I am not mad yet
And very surely I do not dream
I am not mad yet
I am not mad
List, O list! - so soft and low
Lovers’s voice to night shall flow
Scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
Words, the music of a dream
While no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude
Thoughts, our souls - O god above!
In every deed shall mingle, love (hate, evil)
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Batter the cat to dead?
Buried the axe in her head!
Displaced the bricks - and inserted the corpse
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Tamen demens et me ipsum
Non sum ego ne sommare
Tamen demens et me ipsum
Non sum ego ne sommare