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religious poem

es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
Sie sagen, daß Sie mich lieben
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
erneuern Sie den Anblick der Freude
unter den Bergen wandered ich
das Kind, das weg Blatt nach Blatt warf
gebildet vom loveliness alleine
für Wahrheit für Liebe
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht

 



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