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death poem

wie ich sollen Sie, helfen Sie rechts der Welt, die falsch geht
ich erwarte Sie
ich kann nicht seinem greatness immer glauben
lassen Sie das reizende Wortunsaid
ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
um Mitternacht
schauen Sie heraus nach den Sternen, meine Liebe

 



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