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life poem

um Mitternacht
irgendwo las ich eine merkwrdige, alte, rostige Geschichte
als ich war, lief London ein
diese Herzen wurden von den menschlichen Freuden und Obacht gesponnen
er wird gegangen
Bonbon mit Farn und stieg
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
ich flle diese Schale
ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
die langen resounding Marmorflure
Roses und Gold
gegangen vor uns

 



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