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christmas poem

welches hält
zu, was eine Frau sie geliebt vergleicht
die kleinen weißen Gebete
wenn der rote Slayer denken, slays er
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
ich mag es
als ich in Ihre Augen schaute
in den mournful Zahlen
ich sterbe
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe
umsponnen und gesponnen
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
für diese weißen Arme über meinen Ansatz

 



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