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grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell
unsere angenehmen Momente fliegen
aus mir heraus unwürdig und unbekannt
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
als weiße Kerze
ich bin alt und blind
die hypocritic Tage
erklären Sie mir weniger oder erklären Sie mir mehr
zweifellos erinnere mich ich noch
babylon -- wo ich gehe zu träumen
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden

 



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