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neben einem geschlagenen Feld
irgendwo las ich eine merkwürdige, alte, rostige Geschichte
von unseren versteckten Plätzen
die Schiffe liegen in der Bucht
lassen Sie das reizende Wortunsaid
ein Sturm fährt auf den Tide
unten gekommen an der Dämmerung von den windless Hügeln
ich weiß, was Sie sagen werden
neben es gab nie einen Ton das Holz aber eins

 



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