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ich hörte den Wind aller Tag
aus mir heraus unwürdig und unbekannt
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
es gab eine Zeit in den ehemaligen Jahren
ich singe Ihnen
möglicherweise
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages
ich brenne keinen Duft
er war ein hohes junges oysterman

 



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