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broken heart poem

es gibt kein Entweichen durch den Fluß
umsponnen und gesponnen
hohe Wände und sehr groß
die Dämmerung war apfelgrün
ich wundere manchmal, mich wenn es wirklich zutreffend ist
dieses ist das Arsenal
warum so traurig mein reizendes?
drehen Sie nicht Ihren Kopf
machen Sie sich nicht Sorgen, daß er rüber sein
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
ich liebe die alten melodious Lagen
erklären Sie mir

 



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