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christmas poem

ihr schönes Haar
umsponnen und gesponnen
ich gehe meine Weise complacently
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
sehen Sie, sie zurückgehen
ich sah mit geöffneten Augen
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
ich stand
drehen Sie mich unten durch die Wiese
jetzt für einen lebhaften und freundlichen Kampf
ich brenne keinen Duft

 



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