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romantic love poem

ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
ich stehe im kalten grauen Wetter
Sie sind frei
drei Tage hörte ich sie, sich Sorgen zu machen, wann ich absolut lege
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
sie kennt eine preiswerte Freigabe
sehen Sie, von dieser Fälschung von ihm
voll von den Rissen
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
gerade jetzt

 



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