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warum so traurig mein reizendes?
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
auf und an
ich habe sie in der Nacht gehört
wölbte die Flut
gegangen vor uns
ich sah die erste Birne
ich ging auf und ab die Straßen
dort durch das Fenster im alten Haus
die Sterne fielen vom Himmel
sie in der Schwärzungsversammlung und bitten
vor dem ernsten Bronzeheiligen

 



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