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häufig denke ich an die schöne Stadt
warum
als ich ein Junge an der Hochschule war
wie er wer Geist in der Flamme des Mittages
truely
es gibt keine Menge, gleichwohl aufgepaßt und geneigt
das traurigste des Jahres
um so bald zu diesem zu kommen stellte sich Dunkelheit vor
hören Sie zum klingenden Meer
aus mir heraus unwürdig und unbekannt
mittlere Vergnügen und Paläste, obwohl wir durchstreifen können

 



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