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ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
vor tausend leisen Jahren
Glück
weich jetzt das Licht des Tages
ich bete nicht für Frieden
der Körper kann begrenzen
ich sterbe
wie er wer Geist in der Flamme des Mittages
einige der Hurts, die Sie kuriert haben
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr überschritten

 



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