From Heinrich Heine´s 'Vitzliputzli'
Follow-up to Extract from John Dryden´s Play The Indian Emperor from The Midnight Heart
Yet I shall not die – I cannotFor we gods are like the parrots,
Live as long and moult as they do,
Moult like them and change our feathers.
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