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sad death poem

ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
wer den Regen liebt
schwach-weak-winged Song
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
steigender Mond hat die Sterne versteckt
sie in der Schwärzungsversammlung und bitten
Sie sind schön und verblassen
der alte Westen, die alte Zeit
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie

 



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