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sad death poem

singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
hören Sie
Freund, dessen Lächeln gekommen ist zu sein
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages
ängstlich nicht mehr, sage ich
unter dem Helm des Warriors
was wir jetzt tut
ich sehe einen Stern heute abend
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
die Schwärzung stiehlt die Formen aller Königinnen

 



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