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meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
verbessern Sie als Granit
niedrig! ' tis ein Galanacht
der Geruch von stieg so falsch, die zutreffenden Dornen so
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
die Bögen der roten Brücke
ich erwarte Sie
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
haben wir keine Schande?

 



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