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wenn ich zurĂĽck zu Masse gehe
dieses Jahr
sind Sie wach?
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
stieg und Bernstein war der Sonnenuntergang auf dem FluĂź
vor tausend leisen Jahren
unter dusky Lorbeerblatt
wenn, voll von der warmen und eifrigen Liebe
mein Sohn ist tot und ich bin gehender Vorhang
erklären Sie mir nicht
desolate und einsam

 



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