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ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
ich stand
die einzelne zusammengeprgessene angehobene Faust und bereiten vor
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
Bonbon mit Farn und stieg
ich muß sagen gute Nacht
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
so verloren

 



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