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gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon
alle innen und alle ohne mich
die Dichter sagen
häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern

 



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