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jetzt, während meine Lippen leben
stern kalter Mann
wer den Wind nennen wird
ich bin in das Ödland gekommen, weil meine Seele athirst ist
ängstlich nicht mehr, sage ich
da ich der Richtung des Todes geglaubt habe
wir legen
Sie sind schön und verblassen
noch schaukelt ihr Grau Aufsatz über das Meer
was es die gesagten Maschinen war
er warfen einen Stein, Sie warfen einen Stein

 



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