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ich brenne keinen Duft
gibt es jedes dort
ich habe eine Furcht in meinem Leben gehabt
lassen Sie mich traurig sein
an der Dämmerung sagte er
alter Wein zum Trinken
aber alas, gerade Träume
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht
Blüten der Babys
die Berge sind sie leise Völker
erklären Sie mir
ihr schönes Haar
ich schleuderte meine Seele zur Luft wie einem Falkefliegen
einfach sprechend

 



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