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grandma poem

als ich war, lief London ein
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
und mit dem Summenvogel
in seinem vorsichtigen Zelt
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
der Schnee whispers über mich
unter dem Erntemond
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
weich als das Bett in der Masse
unter den Bergen wandered ich
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
Schatten legen entlang broadway
sie hat einen freien Raum, Wind-geschütztes loveliness

 



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