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meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
und wie Sie Traum der Sitzung konnten
ein Blick ist aber ein Strahl
Schlaf, grauer Bruder des Todes
der Himmel
herauf von die Wiesen reich mit Mais
nun da ich zu Ihnen abgekühlt bin
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend

 



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