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Sie sagen, daß Sie mich lieben
neben einem geschlagenen Feld
gestiegen von den Toten
sehen Sie das vorläufige
Roses und Gold
Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
steigender Mond hat die Sterne versteckt
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie

 



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