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Tage endeared zu jedem MUSE
ich verachte meine Freunde mehr als Sie
wir, die standen
die Dichter sagen
glooms der Lebeneichen
in den mournful Zahlen
ich singe Ihnen
meine Mutter twines mich die Roses, die mit Tau naß sind
meine zutreffende Liebe von ihrem Kissen stieg
sind Sie wach?
welches hält
alle jene Schätze, die liegen

 



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