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die alten Songs
innerhalb meiner Hand halte ich
seien Sie in mir als die ewigen Stimmungen
mit Freude und Wunder
plötzlich aus den dunklen und belaubten Weisen heraus
wenn es
meine Seele ist ein dunkles gepflogenes Feld
Überschreiten durch die huddled und häßlichen Wände
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll

 



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