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sad love poem

ich habe eine Furcht in meinem Leben gehabt
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne
schön
lassen Sie das reizende Wortunsaid
wie Adler auf hoher Höhe
aber ich kann nicht Sie jetzt lesen
ich loathed Sie
bleiben Sie nicht mehr
in Ihrem Flug
machen Sie sich nicht um das unsichtbare Sorgen
Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir

 



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