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ich starrte den prachtvollen Himmel an
stern kalter Mann
in seinem vorsichtigen Zelt
O angemessen und stately Mädchen, dessen Augen
Sitzen in seinem Schalthebel, der Ihren Tee wartet
ich sah, daß Sie und shivering auf den Steinen hunched
ich hatte einen Traum und ich wachte mit ihm auf
es gibt kein Entweichen durch den Fluß
blau-schwarze nubian zupfende Orangen
zwischen den musing Sonnenuntergang und die Dunkelheit
babylon -- wo ich gehe zu träumen
ich fülle diese Schale

 



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