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sie hörte die Kinder, in der Sonne zu spielen
traurig sprechend
der Körper kann begrenzen
lassen Sie einen Freudenunterhalt Sie
wie wie die Sterne dieses Weiß ist, namenlose Gesichter
ich sah die archangels in meinem Apfel-Baum gestern Abend
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
Schlaf süß in Ihren humble Gräbern
könnten wir aber zu wissen
ängstlich nicht mehr, sage ich
schöne, tragical Gesichter
über dem Fluß auf dem Hügel

 



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