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brother poem

ich sterbe
seien Sie nicht falsch
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
drehen Sie mich unten durch die Wiese
jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
alle werfen die Jahre nieder
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
und wie Sie Traum der Sitzung konnten
den brennenden Gedanken kleiden
wickeln Sie die Masse im bewölkten Wetter auf

 



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