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verbessern Sie als Granit
welches ich erwähnen möchte
aller Tag zum Aufpassen der blauen Welle sich zu kräuseln und zu brechen
ca. beschwerte sich zum Meister
entlang den Bänken
hören Sie zum klingenden Meer
drei Tage hörte ich sie, sich Sorgen zu machen, wann ich absolut lege
Himmel, die sie waren, ashen und nüchtern

 



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