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ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
Gott
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein
das Emporheben, als der Wind brannte durch
ich bin eine Frau
er wird gegangen
sie hat einen freien Raum, Wind-geschütztes loveliness
unter dem Erntemond

 



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