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ein Himmel, der nie Sonne, Mond oder Sterne gekannt hat
in einem alten Raum beleuchtete weich
hören Sie den Regen?
Gedanken durch meinen Kopf
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
die Sterne fielen vom Himmel
unter den Bergen wandered ich
drehen Sie mich unten durch die Wiese
wer der Läufer in den Himmeln ist
aus dem funkelnden Meer heraus

 



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