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ich war eine Göttin, ere der Marmor mich fand
wie ich innen roofed liege, innen aussortiert
sehen Sie, daß ich Ihnen mich gebe
ein süß ernster Gedanke
ein Nebel fuhr unten
hoch-getragenes Rennen
ich muß sagen gute Nacht
wenn ich sterbe, denken Sie nur dieses an mich
die Qual des Habens zu vieler Energie
ich bilde meinen Abschirmrahmen, aber niemand weiß
eine Feder des Stahls
lassen Sie einen Freudenunterhalt Sie
ich bot sie aller Abschied


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