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mother daughter poem

warum
lassen Sie mich traurig sein
gelebt durch den River-side
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
ich brenne keinen Duft
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
erklären Sie mir weniger oder erklären Sie mir mehr
in den Wolke-grauen Morgen
der Himmel
die langen resounding Marmorflure
gestiegen von den Toten
nicht von der breiten Welt des Ganzen

 



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