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sad love poem

in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
alle werfen die Jahre nieder
und noch gingen sie an
herrlich und schrecklich Ihre Liebe
Tochter, thoukunst kommen zu sterben
als ich war, lief London ein
vor dem ernsten Bronzeheiligen
liegt hier eine schönste Dame
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht
wie ich sollen Sie, helfen Sie rechts der Welt, die falsch geht

 



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