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death poem

Sonne trat unten von seinem goldenen Throne
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
schöne, tragical Gesichter
erklären Sie mir
Sie sind mein Begleiter
in seinem vorsichtigen Zelt
sie hat einen freien Raum, Wind-geschĂĽtztes loveliness
ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
es gibt eine Stunde des ruhigen Restes
was spiteful Wahrscheinlichkeit unawares stiehlt

 



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