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meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
seien Sie, Leben geduldig, wenn Liebe am Gatter ist
könnten wir aber zu wissen
alle jene Schätze, die liegen
oben auslösen, unten fallend
eine Feder des Stahls
ein Dichter, nachdem den Zaum seine Zunge entfernt habend
gaily durch die Felder tanzten wir
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
rühren Sie sich
sehen Sie, sie zurückgehen
ihr schönes Haar

 



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