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gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
süß und stark
aller Tag zum Aufpassen der blauen Welle sich zu kräuseln und zu brechen
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
Farbtöne der Nacht fielen schnell
haben wir keine Schande?
Sturm

 



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