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sorry poem

in seinem vorsichtigen Zelt
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
wenig Park, den ich durch fĂĽhre
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
wenn ich sehr sicher war
truely
liegt hier eine schönste Dame
steigender Mond hat die Sterne versteckt
sie fragen mich, wo ich gewesen bin
ich gehe hinunter die Gartenwege
tat Sie sehen ĂĽberhaupt ein Krokodil
wie er wer Geist in der Flamme des Mittages
Geräusche, die sich bemühen heftig zu zerreißen

 



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