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grandmother poem

innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
mit den meek, braunen Augen
ich sah die archangels in meinem Apfel-Baum gestern Abend
sehen Sie das vorläufige
zu einigem die fetten Götter

 



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