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geheimnisvolle Nacht
unter dem Erntemond
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen
ich kann nicht Ihnen jetzt erklären
aller Tag zum Aufpassen der blauen Welle sich zu kräuseln und zu brechen
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen
ängstlich nicht mehr, sage ich
dieses ist das Arsenal
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch


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