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thank you poem

alle jene Schätze, die liegen
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
es gibt kein Entweichen durch den Fluß
und noch gingen sie an
weich als das Bett in der Masse
gegangen die drei, jene seltenen Schwestern

 



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