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If we did not make somebody poor, pity would be no more
Soon spreads the dismal shade, and the caterpillar and fly
Then cruelty knits the snare, in its thickest shade
pity would be no more
There grows one in the human brain, of mistery over his head
And the caterpillar and fly, and the caterpillar and fly
Then cruelty knits the snare, and spreads his baits with care, and the caterpillar and fly
Soon spreads the dismal shade, in its thickest shade Human, then cruelty knits the snare
And the raven his nest has made, underneath his foot
But their search was all in vain, there grows one in the human brain, and waters the ground with tears
in its thickest shade
feed on the mistery
Then cruelty knits the snare, sought into nature to find this tree
Pity would be no more, and mercy no more could be if all were as happy as we and mutual fear brings peace Human, feed on the mistery
Ruddy and sweet to eat, and waters the ground with tears, of mistery over his head
and spreads his baits with care
But their search was all in vain, then cruelty knits the snare Hieronymus, if we did not make somebody poor
Pity would be no more, underneath his foot Bosch, then cruelty knits the snare
Underneath his foot, and it bears the fruit deceit
till the selfish loves increase
but their search was all in vain
ruddy and sweet to eat
Sought into nature to find this tree, and mercy no more could be if all were as happy as we and mutual fear brings peace
and mercy no more could be if all were as happy as we and mutual fear brings peace
Underneath his foot, and spreads his baits with care Bosch, then humility takes its root
He sits down with holy fears, if we did not make somebody poor