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wie er wer Geist in der Flamme des Mittages
sie können von der Liebe in einem Häuschen sprechen
durch die ausgedehnten schmerzende Brust der Masse
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
er war ein hohes junges oysterman
dunkel-eyed
schön
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
erklären Sie mir
rückwärts drehen Sie sich rückwärts
geschaukelt in die Aufnahmevorrichtung vom tiefen
ich singe Ihnen

 



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