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es gab eine Zeit in den ehemaligen Jahren
Meister der menschlichen Schicksale sind ich
ich erwarte Sie
ich habe sie in der Nacht gehört
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages
ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
lassen Sie nicht hören

 



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