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teen love poem

die Berge sind sie leise Völker
gestern Abend legte der Vollmond ein Tuch von Weiß
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
sehen Sie, daß ich Ihnen mich gebe
ich rüttele mein Haar im Wind des Morgens
wenn, voll von der warmen und eifrigen Liebe
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
hohe Wände und sehr groß
alter Wein zum Trinken

 



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