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und so geht sie
ich sah mit geöffneten Augen
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
ich mag es
ich muß sagen gute Nacht
vor dem ernsten Bronzeheiligen
Glasbläser der Zeit
ich liege am Tabellenberg
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
Sie sind frei
unter dem Helm des Warriors
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
schauen Sie zurück mit longing Augen und wissen Sie, daß ich folge

 



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