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break up poem

wenn es
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
weich jetzt das Licht des Tages
Blüten der Babys
wie wild, wie Hexe-wie sonderbares, das das Leben sein sollte
ein Vogel sang
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr überschritten
ich brenne keinen Duft
Roses und Gold
ich sah ihn einmal vorher
entlang den Bänken


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