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neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
im September
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben
ein Blick ist aber ein Strahl

 



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