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love poem

er erklärt von den guten alten Zeiten
Welt, die unter meiner Hand ändert
das Kind, das weg Blatt nach Blatt warf
hoch-getragenes Rennen
erklären Sie mir
ich wundere mich, wo Sie leben
ich sehe allen menschlichen Esprit
warum Sie immer der dort shivering Standplatz tun Sie
meine Seele geht in den gorgeous Sachen plattiert
ich wußte nie, daß die Masse soviel Gold hatte
unter den Rauch und Nebel eines Dezembernachmittages
ich muß sagen gute Nacht
grünes Nachmittagsserene und hell
ich habe eine Furcht in meinem Leben gehabt

 



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