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desolate und einsam
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
durch die ausgedehnten schmerzende Brust der Masse
es gibt ein, das dieses i einmal so sehr liebte
wie wie die Sterne dieses Weiß ist, namenlose Gesichter
ich sah mit geöffneten Augen
wenn ein Brief für Freiheit erfolgt ist
der Blitz blitzte und hob an
fällt hier kein Licht

 



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