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vor tausend leisen Jahren
Schlaf süß in Ihren humble Gräbern
ich brenne keinen Duft
ein dünner grauer Schatten auf dem Rand des Gedankens
es gab eine Zeit in den ehemaligen Jahren
durch das Ufer durch das Meer
Glück
der Körper kann begrenzen
hohe Wände und sehr groß
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
für dann außen

 



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