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gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
ich kann nicht Ihnen jetzt erklären
im September
aus dem Fenster heraus ein Meer der grünen Bäume
ich singe Ihnen
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
könnten wir aber zu wissen
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
gerade jetzt
ich bete nicht für Frieden
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
wölbte die Flut

 



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