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romantic poem

ich stand das geöffnete Flügelfenster bereit
ruhig mit reverance, im Awe
glooms der Lebeneichen
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
sehen Sie, sie zurückgehen
ich fülle diese Schale
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
im Bereich
Sonne und Wind und Schlag von Meer
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
gegangen vor uns
wie das Glätten fällt


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