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Frau vermißte viel, wie Sie zu mir benennen, Anruf zu mir
achtzig Jahre haben und mehr überschritten
und während wir gingen, wurde das Gras schwach gerührt
ich habe das Rennen gewonnen
wölbte die Flut
hängen Sie keinen Wreath
der Blitz blitzte und hob an
es gab ein strangeness auf Ihren Lippen
die Schwärzung rollt aufwärts
warum dann, Muß wir? sieht
und noch gingen sie an
lassen Sie uns errichten

 



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