As I look back

He was my favourite cat

Our friendship lasted for several years

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Drinking made me mad

Cut out the eye of the cat

Possessed by the fury of the demon

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Couldn’t bear to see

Hung it to a tree

Aware of the terrible sin

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A fire followed my act

A white figure of the cat!

And a rope about the animals neck

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Tamen demens et me ipsum

Non sum ego ne sommare

I am not mad yet

And very surely I do not dream

I am not mad yet

I am not mad

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After drinking and a spat,

brought home another cat

The very creature of which I was in search

 

Black with a splotch of white,

looking like the other, quite

Deprived of one of its eyes

 

But the thought of sin,

let the evil win

Evil thoughts became my soul intimates

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Tamen demens et me ipsum

Non sum ego ne sommare

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I am not mad yet

And very surely I do not dream

I am not mad yet

I am not mad

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List, O list! - so soft and low

Lovers’s voice to night shall flow

Scarce awake, thy soul shall deem

Words, the music of a dream

While no single sound too rude

Upon thy slumber shall intrude

Thoughts, our souls - O god above!

In every deed shall mingle, love (hate, evil)

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Batter the cat to dead?

Buried the axe in her head!

Displaced the bricks - and inserted the corpse

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Tamen demens et me ipsum

Non sum ego ne sommare

Tamen demens et me ipsum

Non sum ego ne sommare