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good bye poem

ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
jene schwarzen Augen I einmal so gepriesen
ich sagte, ich habe geschlossen mein Herz
die Schwärzung rollt aufwärts
von Song und Traum für überhaupt gegangen
dieses ist der Song von Jugend
in allen Sachen gesprochen nicht von
er erklärt von den guten alten Zeiten
in den Hallen des Schlafes wandered Sie vorbei

 



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