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meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
wenn die Stunden des Tages numeriert werden
für dann außen
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
sie muß zurück gehen, sagte sie
nie in meinem ganzem Leben
hängen Sie keinen Wreath
Freund, dessen Lächeln gekommen ist zu sein

 



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