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footprint poem

wir waren nicht viele
entlang einem River-side
ich liege am Tabellenberg
als Meer-Winde unsere Solitudes durchbohrten
ich sah die erste Birne
ich bin der Wind, der wavers
aus dem tiefen heraus und die Dunkelheit
wenn ich zurück zu Masse gehe
sie sprengte fierce Wein
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
er erklärt von den guten alten Zeiten
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr überschritten


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