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autumn poem

meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
das endlose, dumme merriment der Sterne
während ich das Hören stand, diskret dumb
mit den meek, braunen Augen
ich stand
holen Sie mir weichen Song
eine sehr bemerkenswerte Geschichte dieses ist
obwohl ich wenig als alle kleinen Sachen bin
nicht von der breiten Welt des Ganzen

 



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