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die auf das Oberseite sagen, daß sie Sie, Masse kennen -- sie sind Lügner
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
wie das Glätten fällt
Welt, die unter meiner Hand ändert
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
seit, wenn Sie meine Seite heute bereitstanden
eins nach dem anderen wie verläßt von einem Baum
die kleinen weißen Gebete
glooms der Lebeneichen
im Hafen neuen Yorks

 



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