Your spirit is not at my house! Your spirit is not at my house, he left, he left, he ran away, he didn't say a word in response. I left the apartment and the house, I took my things and got ready, you cowardly Judas, You dust, scattered from here! Your spirit is not at my house! Your spirit is not at my house, He has gathered all That blackness in his pocket, and in a heap, my pain! Schmuck, cowardly Judas, You are dust, scattered from here, Your spirit is not at my house! Your spirit is not at my house
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