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daughter poem

ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern
Sonne und Wind und Schlag von Meer
die Sterne fielen vom Himmel
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
meine sorge, wenn sie hier mit mir ist
als ich in Ihre Augen schaute
singen Sie wieder dem Song Sie gesungen
was es die gesagten Maschinen war

 



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