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sad poem

nie in meinem ganzem Leben
denken Sie, mein Junge, wenn ich meine Arme um Sie setze
dieses ist das Arsenal
weich weinend
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
meine zutreffende Liebe von ihrem Kissen stieg
im Bereich
ich muß sagen gute Nacht
es gab drei in der Wiese durch den Bach
desolate und einsam

 



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