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obwohl ich wenig als alle kleinen Sachen bin
ich kann nicht Ihnen jetzt erklären
als ich war, lief London ein
ich sterbe
eine Meile nach
über dem Fluß auf dem Hügel
der Duft kam
traurig sprechend
mit den meek, braunen Augen
die Masse hält etwas Erschütterungsgehen

 



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