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christmas poetry

über dem Fluß winken sie zu mir zu
ihr Gesicht ist angemessen und glatt und fein
niedrig! ' tis ein Galanacht
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
und so geht sie
die Sterne fielen vom Himmel
es gibt kein Entweichen durch den Fluß
geben Sie mir Hunger
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch
letzter Mitternacht
Tag ist erfolgt
ihr schönes Haar
Stern-Staub und vaporous Licht


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