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father poem

tat Sie hören überhaupt
ich bin fevered
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
stieg und Bernstein war der Sonnenuntergang auf dem Fluß
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
eine Feder des Stahls
unter dusky Lorbeerblatt
ich habe daß eine bestimmte Prinzessin gehört
im Hafen neuen Yorks
hohe Wände und sehr groß

 



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