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sorry poem

erneuern Sie den Anblick der Freude
meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daĂź jede Nacht
ich mag es
gegangen vor uns
ich wundere mich, wo Sie leben
ich brenne keinen Duft
wenn ihr Haar wild flaying
hohe Wände und sehr groß
die Schwärzung rollt aufwärts
Stern-Staub und vaporous Licht

 



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