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sad death poem

wir, die standen
ich bin alt und blind
herauf von die Wiesen reich mit Mais
als Meer-Winde unsere Solitudes durchbohrten
ich mag es
um so bald zu diesem zu kommen stellte sich Dunkelheit vor
als ich in Ihre Augen schaute
sehen Sie, sie zurückgehen
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit

 



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