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neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
Sonne und Wind und Schlag von Meer
ich bin der Wind, der wavers
ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
für dann außen
in das leise Land
wir brechen das Glas dessen sacred Wein
wenig Gatter wurde schließlich erreicht
er war ein hohes junges oysterman
sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin
das kleine mitfühlende, getragen, Lachengesichter
der Körper kann begrenzen

 



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