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grandma poem

es war der Herbst des Jahres
dieses ist das Schiff der Perle
gestiegen von den Toten
drei Tage hörte ich sie, sich Sorgen zu machen, wann ich absolut lege
weich weinend
warum dann, MuĂź wir? sieht
mit dem Sonnenuntergang
es gibt Gewinne fĂĽr alle unsere Verluste
zwischen den musing Sonnenuntergang und die Dunkelheit
ich halte Ihr Herz

 



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