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Bruder, bin ich Feuer
Freund, dessen Lächeln gekommen ist zu sein
der Duft kam
aber ich kann nicht Sie jetzt lesen
traurige Rolle der gedämpften Trommel hat Schlag
gloom
wenn der Schleier von den Augen angehoben wird
lassen Sie hören
dort durch das Fenster im alten Haus
aus dem funkelnden Meer heraus
süsses splendor

 



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