Treading the backstreets,

On the hopscotch-chalked sidewalks,

And in the strings of strange Trennbare verbs

Of a stranger language,

I have often secretly tried

To trace your immaculate form,

Connecting the invisible dots

That lay all around,

Scattered,

Like silver mercury on earth.

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