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sie sagte
unter meinem Fenster in einer Stadtstraße
um Mitternacht
es ist zutreffend, daß Sie sagen, daß die Götter mehr Gebrauch zu Ihnen als Feen sind
fette schwarze Dollars in einem Wein-Faßraum
wie ich sollen Sie, helfen Sie rechts der Welt, die falsch geht
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
als Meer-Winde unsere Solitudes durchbohrten

 



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