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letzter Mitternacht
sie sagte
als ich war, lief London ein
im September
er wird gegangen
ich bete nicht für Frieden
unnachgiebige Vergangenheit des thou
ich mag es
die Bögen der roten Brücke
die langen resounding Marmorflure
jetzt, während meine Lippen leben

 



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