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Part Two

Both worlds may be seen in the wine pitches I have! Where is the eye to view the sights I see?

There will come another man, possessed, who will shout hu! in the city; Two hundred commotions will arise from the obsession I have.

Do not worry, ignorant one, at the approaching darkness of nights— For the scar of my forehead sparkles like stars.

You take me as your companion, but I am afraid That you are not up to the tumult and uproar I have raised.