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wir, die standen
ich bete nicht für Frieden
hängen Sie keinen Wreath
wenig Park, den ich durch führe
schreckliche Wahrheiten diese sind
dieses ist das Schiff der Perle
oben auslösen, unten fallend
die Masse hält etwas Erschütterungsgehen
Bonbon mit Farn und stieg
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages

 



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