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mother poem

zu einigem die fetten Götter
ich sterbe
diese alte silberne Schüssel von meinen
irgendwo las ich eine merkwürdige, alte, rostige Geschichte
Sie sind schön und verblassen
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
jenseits schauen
jetzt für einen lebhaften und freundlichen Kampf
ein Vogel sang
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand

 



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