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sad death poem

einmal dieser weiche Rasen
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
ein kleiner Pfirsich im Obstgarten wuchs
und so geht sie
sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin
ich sterbe
dieses ist der Song von Jugend
Sturm
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
wenig Park, den ich durch führe
folglich kann ich nicht
lassen Sie nicht hören
meine sorge, wenn sie hier mit mir ist
süsses splendor

 



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