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thank you poem

tat Sie hören überhaupt
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr überschritten
die alten Songs
ich bin der Wind, der wavers
meine ganze Liebe für meinen Bonbon
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
gerade als meine Finger auf diesen Schlüsseln
aber ich kann nicht Sie jetzt lesen
ich bin fevered
ich liebe, eine Weile weg zu stehlen
Nobility des Todes wieder

 



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