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ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
der Duft kam
ein Vogel sang
Kerzen, die seitlich in den Tomatedosen stürzen
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
ich bin vom Sein bitter und träge vom Sein klug träge
schöne, tragical Gesichter
wer den Regen liebt
Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
ich sah die erste Birne
als ich in Ihre Augen schaute
und mein Name ist truthful

 



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