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ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen
tat Sie hören überhaupt
eine Feder des Stahls
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
Standplatz hier durch meine Seite
süß und stark
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
zu einigem die fetten Götter
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages

 



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