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death poem

folglich kann ich nicht
es gibt ein, das dieses i einmal so sehr liebte
herauf von den Süden am Bruch des Tages
ich liebe, eine Weile weg zu stehlen
von der Sonne noch Sterne
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
ich denke sie gerades herrliches
truely
Melancholie, Blau war sie
und mein Name ist truthful
ich habe die stolzesten Sterne gesehen

 



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